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“You never should have,” Archie said flatly. “None of them deserve your sympathy.”
“They didn’t deserve to be score card points either, but we’re not all perfect as Coop and I already established.”
Stiffness went through both of them, and they jerked like they’d been shot. I went to Instagram first. No post from her there. I hated Snapchat, but I opened it anyway.
Morbidly curious I supposed.
Yep, it wasn’t just a photo, but a video of Coop and I still in the car talking. He had his hand on my cheek, and we looked deeply invested in each other. It was kind of humbling to see the naked emotion there. I mean, I got it when he looked at me, but it was different in the video.
Then it cut to the fight between Jake and Ian, and I winced.
Welcome to Frankie Club.
The next clip was worse than the first one. Ian and Jake were literally pounding on each other, and they were on the grass wrestling.
The first rule of Frankie Club is you do not talk about Frankie Club.
The image cut to where I kissed Coop’s hand.
The second rule of Frankie Club is you DO NOT talk about Frankie Club.
There was even a video of Archie sitting in the cafeteria alone with their coffee typing on his phone.
The third rule of Frankie Club is if they’re fighting, she’s probably already tapped them out.
It cut back and forth between me and Coop to Archie alone to Jake and Ian fighting on the field.
Then it was done. More snickering across the cafeteria, and I shook my head.
“Well, at least we look cute in our part of the video.” It was about all I could muster on that one. I glanced over to find Coop and Archie glaring daggers at each other, but they jerked their attention to me at my comment. “Why are you two pissed at each other?”
“Someone told you about the points.” Archie’s tone was flat as he studied me.
“It’s not like I thought you guys were monks.”
“Who told you?” Coop asked.
“It doesn’t matter.”
“It kind of does,” Archie said.
“Because I know? Or because you didn’t want me to know?” Honestly, I was more curious than I was angry. The whole concept was kind of gross. I could make excuses for them, but I wasn’t going to. Ian indicated it was a mistake, and he wasn’t proud of it. I didn’t think any of them were.
“Because…” Coop scrubbed a hand over his face. I guess we’d all pretty much lost any shine of a good mood. “Shit…” He glanced at his phone and then dragged his seat closer and dropped his voice. “Positive fight culture.”
I raised my eyebrows and then nodded slowly. “Okay, positive fight culture.”
“I’m not proud of it. Though—admittedly, it was a lot of fun in the beginning, and we’re pretty competitive.” Coop winced and then met my gaze. “I’m sorry.”
“Why are you sorry?”
“Because it doesn’t say much about us as people.”
“It says it’s the past,” Archie argued. “It didn’t have anything to do with Frankie. That’s why we agreed it would stay there.”
“It’s not going to,” Coop said. “Let’s face it, we’ve apparently pissed off enough people that it’s all going to get aired. So better we’re the ones telling her.”
Kind of what I said when I asked if there was anything else I needed to know.
