“Damn straight! Well, not straight but…”
Iggy laughs, and I wink at Kaden, who’s shaking his head, before he punches me on my arm.
And none of them know how fucking dead serious I am, and how I’d sell my soul in the blink of an eye to be with Kaden just once.
11
Kaden
“Goleft!Goleft!”
“No—”
“Yes, fucking go left and we can take—”
“No! Wait!”
“You’re not gonna—ah, fuck! I’m down.” Seth tosses the PlayStation controller on the coffee table and leans back on the couch.
“You wouldn’t be if you’d just waited. I had him!” I snap.
“Yeah, obviously,” he deadpans.
I sigh, dropping my head on the back of the couch. “Fucking stubborn.”
“Pot, kettle.”
“I’m not stubborn.”
“No, you’re slow.”
I fold my hands over my stomach, staring at the red-ish screen with the text ‘GAME OVER’. “You wanna go again?”
He picks his phone up, glancing at it. “Nah, I have to go shower soon.”
“Now?” I glance at my own phone.
“Yeah, Adam texted earlier. He’s coming over.”
“Adam? Your neighbor?”
“Yeah. I’m giving him another chance.”
I roll my eyes, sighing, before dragging a hand down my face. “Seriously?”
Seth sighs. “What now, Judy?”
“I’m not judging. It’s just—”
“Yeah, you are.” He turns to look at me.
“Fine. I think you’re being reckless,” I say, hunching forward, elbows on my knees.
“Well, I’m gay, Kade.” He throws his arms out. “We don’t get anything unless we’re being a little reckless. And every bad thing is always out to get us.”
“What?” I snort.
“First,” he says, throwing a thumb up. “It was the AIDS shit in the eighties slash nineties. And who were the ones getting screwed over? Right, the gays. Then—” He throws up his index finger. “—fucking COVID, and—”
