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He kicks the ground with his foot sending one of the bean bags flying, it’s cute, he’s cute and sexy all at once, I like seeing a different side of him and you can tell how awesome someone is by the people they hang out with. I suddenly want to protect them at all costs, we don’t need Sophie meeting any of them, she’d just talk trash, she’d ruin everything.
I try to change the mood. “Well, it looks like Ambrose is my bitch now.” I laugh and hold up my hand for a high five.
Ambrose hits it, then flips off Quinn with the other.
“Yes, Ambrose, celebrate the one and only time you’ve won.” They both go awkwardly silent, even MB averts her eyes, not able to meet mine and staring down at the grass.
Quinn clears his throat loudly, so loud that I’m afraid to ask what could make them suddenly so uncomfortable.
“Well,” MB’s face has suddenly lost some color. “I’m going to take the other bitch over here and grab my beanbags, stop moping Quinn, you’ll be fine! You’re on the winning team!”
“We’ll see!” I yell and grab my beanbags and then toss Ambrose his. He catches one, drops the other. “Wow, did you never play sports?”
“Oh shit,” MB says under her breath.
“Captain of the lacrosse team, if you must know!”
“You?” I point.
MB laughs harder.
The good mood is back.
Ambrose points over at Quinn. “He was captain of the chess club!”
“Are you saying that because while he was using his brain you were playing with a stick or am I missing something, butterfingers?” I wink.
Quinn dies laughing while MB joins in again.
Ambrose has murder in his blue eyes. “You,” He points the beanbag at me. “Are lucky we’re teammates, otherwise I would wreck you. You hear me, get wrecked!”
“Please don’t start rizzing.” I shake my head. “That would just further my disappointment, now try to follow through with your throw and don’t let them get in your heads!”
He’s already staring in their direction.
“No!” I clap in front of his face. “Listen soldier, they want to get in your head, they want you to lose, they want to humiliate you, but don’t worry, I won’t let that happen, because I’m a team player.”
“Are you guys done hyping each other up now?” Quinn calls. “It just makes us sad.”
“Hate being sad,” MB agrees.
They both nod like they’re watching the beginning of a tragedy.
“Let’s end them,” Ambrose says through clenched teeth.
Now, I’m a little fuzzy on all the details but at one point violence did in fact take over, the boys started yelling again while MB and I carried their asses. We were tied and there was no end in sight and then suddenly MB kind of staggers then collapses to the ground.
I run while they’re still yelling and get to her side even faster than Quinn. He panics and reaches for her at the same time Ambrose does.
“Sweetheart.” Ambrose taps her cheek.
Quinn jerkily pulls his hands away, concern etched across his face, and it quite honestly all clicks.
Her.
He said his heart was recently broken, I thought he was being sarcastic or living in the moment, I didn’t really take his words at face value until this moment.
I lean down and reach for his hand. “She’ll be okay.”
