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Do not pick a fight over this.
Do not.
Do. Not.
“He’s not hitting on me,” Nick said tightly. “He just asked if I’d be there tonight.”
“No, he asked if he’d see you, which is creepy.”
“Knock it off,” said Becca. “He’s Quinn’s friend. Nick’s trying to defend him, and you’re being a royal—”
Chris wrapped an arm around her neck and put his hand over her mouth. “I love you, but please don’t pick a fight I’m going to have to finish.”
“Oh, I’ll finish it,” Becca said through his fingers.
“No, I’ll finish it,” Nick snapped. He stood, grabbing his tray so roughly that he almost dropped half his food on Chris.
“An ass**le,” he said to Gabriel. His throat felt tight, and it hurt to talk. “You’re being a royal ass**le.”
Then he stormed away from the table and slammed the tray onto one of the waiting carts.
“Hey, Nicky,” Gabriel called after him, “remember what I said about drama?”
Fuck him. Nick slammed through the double doors leading out of the cafeteria, choking on emotion. He pinched his fingers over his eyes.
He wished he could take it all back. Adam had trusted him with a terrible secret, and now Nick had crapped all over it.
Making what they’d shared into a joke.
He wanted to storm back into that cafeteria and shake some sense into his brother.
He wanted to call Adam and apologize.
He wanted to stop hearing the derision in his brother’s voice.
The way he’d said creepy.
Most of all, he wanted to stop crying.
Creepy. Creepy creepy creepy.
Like he was some kind of pervert. He’d known his twin’s rejection would hurt, but he hadn’t realized it would hurt like this, a subtle stabbing a hundred times over.
Nick ducked into the restroom. Empty. Finally, a break. He went into a stall anyway. He swiped at his eyes and dug his phone out of his pocket.
There was Adam’s message.
Will I see you tonight?
Nick squeezed his eyes shut and had to swipe at them again.
Then he typed back.
We’ll be there at 8.
Adam’s response appeared almost immediately.
Can’t wait.
