I look up and see Briar sitting on the edge of my bed, staring wide-eyed at her phone.
I close my laptop, stand up from my desk, and step over to her.
My eyes bug out of my head when I see the photo. “What the…”
My jaw drops at the image Nick posted on his social media.
It’s a photo of him, shirtless, wearing a scary mask similar to the one I wear when I post on my sexy Instagram account.
“What the hell?”
“Read the caption,” Briar says.
I hear you like shirtless hockey guys who wear scary masks ;)
I frown at the caption and the image. What is he doing? Wait, is he starting a sexy account too?
A second later, a text flashes on Briar’s screen. She reads it. She gasps. “No way.”
She taps her screen, then gasps again. This time, she’s smiling, though.
She turns her phone screen to me. “Look.”
She shows me Leo’s latest post on Instagram. It’s a photo of him, shirtless, wearing a scary mask.
I stare, stunned. What the hell is going on?
I read the caption.
Nothing wrong with flaunting it if you’ve got it, right? ;)
My head spins. This is so unlike Leo to post something like this on social media.
“Travis posted on his Instagram too,” Briar says, tapping her finger on her phone screen.
“What?” I’m almost shouting. No fucking way.
But a second later, when I see the photo, I’m speechless.
Just like Nick and Leo, he’s wearing a scary mask with no shirt on. He didn’t bother to write a caption though. He just put a flame emoji and a thumbs-up emoji.
I stand there staring at the phone screen, my mouth hanging open, confused and blown away.
“What are they doing?” I say.
Briar grabs my arm, smiling. “Don’t you see? They did this for you, Blake. To support you.”
A long moment later, my brain puts it all together. Oh, shit. She’s right.
I lean down and kiss her forehead. “I gotta find them.”
I dart out of my bedroom. I head to Leo’s room, but he’s not there.
I hear people talking downstairs, so I race down there. Nick, Leo, and Travis are all sitting in the living room looking down at their phones.
They look up at me. Nick smiles. “Have you seen our latest posts on social media?”
“Yeah, I…” I’m too overwhelmed to speak. I think about what they just did for me. How they put themselves on the line. For me.
