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“They finally came out?! I called that back in elementary school!”
Bianca chuckles. “That’s not even the best part,” she says with a grin. “They are also dating Becca Carmichael.”
I furrow my brows at her comment. “Both? Dating? Huh?”
“I know! It’s like threesomes 24/7 in their house, isn’t it amazing!”
“Good for her,” I chuckle and toast my drink.
Bianca laughs and raises her cup. “To the luckiest bitch around!”
Scott eyes her and her cheeks redden. “Besides me, babe,” she quickly adds.
The other guys laugh and Scott just splashes her. Which in return splashes me. I groan when it hits my face and stand up to find my towel.
“Damn Kitty Kat, what happened to your back?”
I freeze with my face in the towel.
“Ow, what the fuck dude,” Scott curses.
I turn and glance uncomfortably at Bianca who gives me an apologetic look and swims over to Scott to scold him. I should turn around and tell him not to worry about it, it’s not like he had any way of knowing about the burns on my back, but I just freeze.
Curse my broken fight or flight.
Apparently my body doesn’t do either and just shuts down.
“Hey,” I hear and see Scott suddenly behind me.
“I—”
He shakes his head. “No, I’m sorry. Really.”
I force a smile at him and shake my head. “You’re good. Want another drink? I’ll be right back.”
I’m thankful my legs move and I head into the kitchen to find the tequila from the last time Bianca was here. Thankfully, it’s still half full and I take a mouthful straight from the bottle.
“Should I have any worries about living with an alcoholic?” I hear Ax ask and I turn to give him a dirty look.
“Hardly an alcoholic,” I mutter.
“Have you ever thought about skin grafts?”
I look at him somewhat surprised at such a forward comment but just shake my head. “Been preoccupied for the last few years,” I remind him and he seems angry at my reminder.
Oh well.
He shouldn’t have fucking asked a stupid question.
“I’m surprised my dad told you guys so much shit, except where I was for four years, and then expects you to babysit me while he vacations with the step monster. Don’t you have, like, drug rings to run?”
A flicker of anger passes his face before he catches me off guard by laughing. “Drug rings to run?”
“I mean, or cock fights, or whatever it is you do.”
He sighs and shakes his head at me. “It’s pretty impossible to stay mad at you.”
I glare at him. “Mad atme? What the hell did I do?”
