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Grinning, he nodded. “I know, baby. I’ll see you later.”
I shut the door, and he pulled away. My vision was blurred when I stared at the phone in my hand, but even still, I pulled up his number and sent him a text.
Prism: *heart emoji*
Stuffing the phone in my pocket, I yanked open the glass door of the natatorium. The device vibrated, and I stopped to pull it back out.
Arsen: *bear emoji*
Cause of death: Arsen Andrews
A shrill, high-pitched whistle peeled through the crisp air. “You’re late!” Coach yelled. “Ten extra laps, Prism! No excuses!”
Worth it.
Stuffing my phone away, I wrapped my hand around the protein bar and strode across the pool deck. “Team meeting,” I called.
Coach looked at me like I had three heads. “Did you forget to pay your brain bill, Prism? You don’t call meetings. That’s the coach’s job.”
A whistle blew, and Coach spun because, for once, it was not him.
Landry was standing there in her Elite windbreaker, holding a clipboard, whistle in her mouth. “Bleachers!” she yelled. “Team meeting!”
“Landry Resch! How dare you interrupt my practice?” Coach roared.
“I’m assistant coach.” She reminded him, then winked at me.
Coach spun back around to glare. “You can swim twenty extra for this interruption.”
“Yes, Coach.”
Kruger was at my side instantly, cold droplets of water raining off him. He shook his arms, splattering me, and then moved the goggles up onto his swim cap. “What’s this about, P?”
“I’m telling the team.”
He sputtered. More droplets of chlorinated water flew everywhere, a few hitting me in the face. “I think you should think about this, bro. Once you say it, you can’t unsay it.”
“I’m doing it,” I said.
“Is his dick pierced?” he demanded.
I drew back as though he’d smacked me. “What the fuck, Kruger?”
“I’m just saying if his nipples look like that, then his dick must too, and it’s done stolen all your common sense.”
“Whose dick is pierced?” Jamie asked, walking right into the conversation.
“No one!” I hurried to say.
“Max’s probably is,” Jamie muttered, taking a large gulp of red Gatorade. “Hey, Wes.” He waved to our friend.
Wes came over, feet splashing in random puddles. “Yeah, bro?”
“Is Max’s dick pierced?” Kruger accused.
Wes sputtered, and I groaned.
He looked at me, so I shook my head.
