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Lars
First,Win tells me not to tell anyone about us. To act like we were nothing but roommates. Then he goes and does this. Not only that, but he leaves me in the room with everyone looking at me for answers.
Awkward.
The sound of crickets could be heard as we all stood around, staring between one another.
I didn’t know what to say. What could I say? It seemed like any explanation would somehow out Win… something he expressly did not want and something I would never betray.
So instead, the six of us stood there uncomfortably, not speaking at all. My eyes shifted to the espresso I’d abandoned on the counter. Noticing my gaze, Wes made a sound, grabbed up the cup, and carried it over to me.
“So a nut allergy, huh?” he said, breaking the quiet and making it seem so much easier than it seemed to me.
I took the cup gratefully and nodded. “Yeah. It’s inconvenient.”
“Yeah, worrying about dying if you eat the wrong thing would be.” Jamie nodded.
Ryan smacked him in the stomach, and I laughed.
“I was being serious,” Jamie grumbled.
“I carry an EpiPen in my bag,” I explained. “In case I accidentally ingest something I shouldn’t.”
“I should have asked before I ordered the pizza,” Ryan said. “I didn’t think about it. None of the rest of us have allergies.” He paused. “No one else has any allergies, do they?”
Prism raised his hand. “I’m allergic to my grandma’s cooking.”
Kruger laughed. “Good one, P!”
“For real, it’s terrible.”
“Are there any real allergies among us?” Ryan mused. “You know, besides Lars.”
Everyone shook their heads.
He grabbed the phone. “I’m going to call the pizza place. See if they are allergy friendly.”
“You don’t have to do that,” I told him. “That’s not your responsibility. I can do it.”
“Nah, bro. They know me there. We order from there all the time. It’s cool.”
Before I could protest more, he had the phone to his ear and was walking out into the living room.
“Just let him call,” Jamie said. “That’s what Ryan does. He’s our fixer.”
“Fixer,” I echoed. I was getting a headache. I thought I was pretty good at English, but talking with these guys made me reevaluate that.
“You know, he’s the leader and takes charge. He fixes everything when something is wrong,” Jamie explained as I downed the rest of the espresso.
I nodded.
“Is that why you didn’t come to breakfast with us after practice this morning?” Wes wanted to know.
They’d invited me. I declined.
I nodded. “I was going to tell you guys. It’s just not a conversation I really like to have.”
Prism frowned. “Why? It’s not like it’s your fault.”
