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It’s like a light switch. One second I’m grinning, the next I’m grumbling. Camp. Fucking camp. “Baylor is stressing me the hell out” is what it should be called.
“Dude! No shit, you will never guess who is on our team!” Jace yells, and instantly, I punch him in the chest.
Oops.
“What the hell!” he wheezes as Jude laughs, and I wave him off.
“I didn’t even hit you that hard,” I say, and he’s gasping for breath.
“Says the Hulk! Fuck! I’m telling Mom, you big asshole,” he snaps before getting up and actually crying to our mother.
“Are you serious?” I yell at his retreating back. “Be a man!”
“He is such a fucking pussy,” Jude says with a shake of his head. “When’s he gonna realize telling Mom doesn’t scare us?”
Looking at him skeptically, I laugh. “Why you lying?”
He laughs at that and shrugs. “She can’t get me in California.”
“The hell I can’t, Jude Marshall! Don’t care that you’re getting married and play professionally, I’ll knock you into next week!” she yells, and I scoff at Jude’s worried look.
“Told ya,” I say as my door opens and my mom pops her head in, her arms full of laundry.
“Can you not act like ten-year-olds and be adults? Keep your hands to yourself.”
“Can he stop acting like a whiny little brat?” I ask and she shrugs, almost like she’s thinking the same thing, but she’s doing her job as a mom and at she least tried. Before anything else can be said, the door shuts and I roll my eyes.
He’s such a little baby.
Looking back at the screen, I shake my head. “I’m gonna kick his ass.”
“You should. I mean, how is he even making it at camp?”
I shrug. “I have no clue. He’s such a little bitch.”
“For sure,” he says, nodding in agreement. “But no, really, what’s the reason for knocking the air out of him?”
Running my fingers through my hair, I let out a long breath as I hold his gaze. I’ve been waiting for the last two days to talk to Jude. I can’t talk to Jace about it because he just laughs and taunts me, but Jude will know what to do. He can help me get rid of these feelings and fight for what I want. Because the good guy in me wants to say to her, take it. Take everything from me. While the asshole is saying, I will murder you. It’s almost like I have the angel and devil on my shoulders.
Annoying as hell.
“Baylor is on our team.”
It’s a simple statement. But to some, like me, it has the power to knock them on their ass.
Like I knew it would, his jaw drops as he sputters questions at me. “What do you mean? Baylor, the chick from the beach? How? When? Why? You’re joking, right? Did you talk to her? Oh shit!”
Leaning against my hand, I shrug. “Dude, I have no clue. It’s like God thought, hey, he’s focusing on his career and he’s doing good; let’s throw a kitchen sink at him.”
Jude scoffs. “I mean, it can’t be that bad.”
“She wants captain.”
“The fuck?!” he screeches and I nod, not even having the gusto in me to tease him for squealing like a girl.
“Exactly. And then we had it out, and I apologized for the way shit went down.”
“Good—”
