Page 125 of Triple Play
“What do you want me to say, Ellie? I already knew.”
“You—what?”
“I’m not blind. I saw how they looked at you. How you looked at them.” He runs a hand through his hair. “I didn’t want to know the details, but I knew.”
“And you’re not—I don’t know—freaking out?”
“Oh, I’m freaking out. Just internally. Like an adult.” He looks at me then. “Are they good to you?”
“Yes.”
“All of them?”
“All of them.”
“And you’re happy?”
My throat tightens. “I was.”
“Past tense?”
“Grant told me to move out. Said it was the only way to protect everyone’s futures.” I’m crying again. Great. “So I guess we’re done.”
Teddy’s quiet for a long moment. Then he release a slow, tense breath. “That idiot.”
“Which one?”
“Grant. Obviously. He’s been in love with you for years and he’s gonna blow it because he’s scared.” He unbuckles his seatbelt. “Come on. You need food and a shower. In that order.”
I’m halfway through a grilled cheese when my phone starts blowing up.
I turned it back on an hour ago. Mistake.
47 missed calls 152 text messages Instagram: 23 new notifications Twitter: You’ve been mentioned 47 times
“Uh, Teddy?”
“Yeah?”
“Why is my phone having a seizure?”
He looks at his own phone. Goes pale. “Oh no.”
“What?”
He turns his screen toward me.
CRESTMONT HOCKEY PLAYERS IN POLYAMOROUS RELATIONSHIP
It’s a headline. From the campus newspaper. With a photo.
Of all four of us.
From last week, walking into the townhouse. Grant’s got his arm around my waist. Jordie’s kissing my temple. Wyatt’s carrying my bag and looking at me like I hung the moon.
We look happy. We look together. We look exactly like what we are.
Were.
