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“Worth every penny,” Zander sings. “That wasn’t even mine.”
“So, you two don’t think to inform me of your plans?” Domino barks at them while I’m up and heading to the doorway.
“Not a big deal,” Ares says so nonchalantly. “What? You need her?”
“You have hockey practice all day,” Zander argues. “Don’t you guys have a game soon? Shouldn’t be mad your ass is booked and ours has enough flexibility to go somewhere outside of school with Sweet Dynamite.”
“Your jealousy is childish,” Ares calmly notes.
“Shut the fuck up, Ares! I’d gladly punch your face.”
“Go ahead and enjoy being sued by the ten elite companies on a waitlist to have me model their products. They would be so thrilled to know my best friend punched me in the face over a woman because he’s a jealous fucker with a shriveled cock!”
I leave them to their bickering as I walk out of the room to head to the stairs. I don’t want Ares to be late for his shoot, which may be why they don’t bicker about ‘not giving me permission to leave’ like usual.
“You think you got some type of head start to the bet inviting her to this photoshoot, but you can’t hold your end of the bargain,” Domino declares like he’s won some sort of lottery.
“You’re loud,” Ares hisses, a little quieter.
“Sucks to be a loser, huh?” Zander sighs in defeat. “Already done.”
“What?” Domino’s disbelief encourages me to pause midstride.
“I’m done, too,” Ares admits.
“How the fuck are you both done?” Domino snaps.
“Easy. We switched,” Zander says. “Enjoyed her yesterday while Kian was in the bathroom. Counts when there’s also cameras and shit in her room so that checks mark it technically.”
“We fucked in the changing room of a boutique. I’m pretty positive the assistant caught us, seeing as I wasn’t being very quiet. Had to bribe her to shut the fuck up, and Zander hacked the cameras to make sure the footage of me entering and leaving the changeroom was wiped,” Ares reveals. “Pretty frisky regardless if it’s Zander’s bet. Needless to say, we agreed we both reached the status quo of winners without even trying.”
“Forgot we even bet shit, but I guess your competitive side can’t help but keep bringing it up,” Zander complains, directing his statement to Domino.
“You guys are fucking kidding me.” He sounds genuinely mad. “What? Instead of us working as a team. Like a trinity, y’all are doing your own shit?”
“Not like we left you out,” Ares argues. “You’ve been too busy trailing Barbieri and anyone else to stick around us long enough to have a solid conversation.”
“Besides, unlike you, we’re trying to get along with our Maiden.”
“WE’RE NOT SUPPOSED TO GET ALONG! She’s a fucking cunt ass bitch who we SHOULD hate. Despise. Abuse and torment! Yet you’re fucking sweet-talking, making useless commentary with her. Puddings and green juices to take care of her? What is she? FIVE?”
I ignore how his words sting a little.
“You could be right,” Ares mumbles, making me wonder what he means by that. “We could be doing the opposite of what is marked as a checkmark or an X. We have no clue whether our actions are going to favor us until the gala, which is in a few short weeks.”
“So, until then, we can do what we want. Everyone knows we won’t discover whether our actions were getting us points or fucking us over until then. Let’s do what our guts say and let the future be the judge.”
“You two are going to fuck us over!” Domino slams his hand on the table, plates and glasses falling over and surely crashing onto the ground from the sound of shattering. “All over some pussy!”
“When you taste the rainbow, you begin to understand why so many myths hope for gold at the end of those glimmering bridges in the sky,” Zander practically sings. “Just admit you lost the bet and are mad we accomplished it effortlessly.”
“Fuck both of you. Cheating pricks.”
“Guess that means you’ll start being nice to her for once?” Ares offers and curses, followed by more shattering glass. “Throwing alcohol at your friends is still abuse.”
“FUCK OFF! Don’t need you betraying little shit!”
I move out of fear Domino will come out this way, but I catch onto Zander’s words.
