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I recalled Thatcher’s gifts after what I’d done for his sister at that football game. How he and Wells had come to sit with me nearly every day after that. I remembered their jokes and liking being around them even if I didn’t want to put that off. I liked being in their airspace, as if they were little brothers like my own. I liked them.
Wells smiled a little. “What do you say, Pretty Pretty Princess?” he asked, and why did my heart dance at that stupid fucking nickname. His smile stretched. “At least forgive me if you’re not going to forgive this big asshole.”
“Fuck you and your weak ass.” Thatcher brought Wells under his arm, mussing up the boy’s platinum-blond hair. This had both Bru and me roaring, and I’d missed that too. The two boys had often done that at lunch.
“She’s laughing, bro,” Wells said under Thatcher’s arm. He shoved him off him. “I think she’s forgiven us.”
“Have you? I mean, uh…” Thatcher passed that off. He rubbed the back of his neck. “Have you? And make it quick. D’s going to annihilate our asses for taking so long with you anyway.”
I wondered what “D” had in store. I cuffed my arms, sighing. “I mean, I might consider it if…” The two boys let go of each other, and I grinned. “I get Jax’s Burgers every day until holiday break.”
“Oh, easy fucking mode.” Wells pounded Thatcher’s fist. Wells put a hand on his chest. “Jax is my dad, and I will personally make sure you get them.”
The two Legacy boys locked hands, snapping after. I pointed at them. “But if you two fuck with me again, I’m going to annihilate your asses.”
“Oh, wouldn’t dream of it, princess. Wouldn’t dream of it.” Thatcher raised his hands before rubbing them. “So you ready for this, then? We’ve been told to get you set.”
His thumb shot back toward the field, and though I had no idea what that meant, I shrugged. “Might as well.”
Whatever was going on obviously would be occurring on the field. I started to eye that way, but the boys cut me off.
“No peeking.” Thatcher shot a finger at me, and almost seemed giddy of all things. Wells rubbed his shoulders before Thatcher took his big fist to the door leading to the locker rooms.
“She’s ready,” he said, and I had no idea who he was talking to, but then, the door opened and a little rabbit came out. Well, not an actual rabbit but his sister.
“Took you guys long enough,” she said, wearing another one of her bright brooches. She had it pinned to her dress top and was all grins.
That was until she saw me.
Her expression legit flatlined, and next thing I knew, she approached me.
“Oh, Sloane,” she tsked, shaking her head. She made eye contact with Bru. “Where did you tell her she was going?”
“Yeah, we definitely got on her bro for this shit already.” Thatcher slapped my brother’s chest. “Girl looks like she rolled out of a dumpster.” I shot a look in his direction, and he immediately raised his hand. His tongue slid out with his grin. “I mean, a pretty dumpster.”
“Fuck you,” I gritted, but at this point, Bow was taking me away. I shot a finger at him. “I’m coming for you.”
His grin stretched. “That a promise, princess?”
Wells dropped an elbow on his shoulder. “Dorian would kill your ass.”
Thatcher appraised me. “Shit, it’d be fucking worth it.”
Wells gave him an expression as if he’d be right for the statement. The fucker even nodded in agreement.
The two were a pair of horny fucks, and I noticed my brother shoved them as the door closed. I heard him say, “Really, man?” after the door cut me off from them, but I could only shake my head. I was currently being led to the visitor’s locker room.
Bow hooked her arm in mine. “Good thing for you I was prepared,” she said, patting my arm. We rounded a corner, and she’d changed the locker room into a fashion studio.
That was really the only way I could describe it. Bow had several outfits hanging, the dresses hooked on the locker doors, and she even had a makeup station on the benches.
Tubes upon tubes of lipstick lined the bench, and her makeup bag was open with more of the same. She had a ton of heels too, and I eyed her.
“Bru helped us with the sizing,” she said, completely giddy. She pumped her fists. “Dorian thought you might need some help, so I’m helping.”
I didn’t know if I should be appalled or flattered. I mean, it was kind of thoughtful he’d gotten all this set up for me, but clearly, he thought I was hopeless. I unhooked a dress. “He bought all this stuff?”
