Can’t really blame your mom, Combs
You make it sound like you’re with my guys too
Me
Oh buzz off. Unlike you, I’m perfectly content with just you.
You’re it for me, baby.
Meeting her eyes through our windows, I saw her soft smile that conveyed exactly what she felt right now.
I could’ve waited for a better moment.
Could’ve waited until the next time that we were together face to face so I could tell her what she must’ve been waiting to hear for so long.
But as I pressed on the call button, watching her press the phone to her ear, I decided that now that she has me, I’ll never make her wait for me a single second more.
“I love you, C,” I said as soon as the call connected, and I watched as her smile widened even more.
“I love you too, Combs.”
40
COSETTE
We did it.
Senior year’s finally over.
We’ve had the very last exams we’ll ever have as high school students, and it’s time to truly let ourselves relax until graduation.
Our class president and valedictorian, Arella, organized an out-of-town trip together, complete with a rented beachfront house, even setting up programs for us to gather and connect all while celebrating our successes.
Truthfully, if it weren’t for my guys, I wouldn’t want to come. It had been one of my regrets since forever, but I hadn’t really made friends outside of Andy.
Sure, I’ve interacted with classmates for group work in classes, and I met some people when I joined the team responsible for the school paper, but it was short-lived, that they didn’t really transition from acquaintances to actual friends.
“Ready?” Nero asked as I was finishing up packing my duffel bag.
The three of them were hanging out in my room with the door wide open because dad was just downstairs, holding their own bags that had their clothes and other essentials.
My house was the meeting point, and dad was going to drive us to school, where the bus that would take us to the rented beach house was waiting.
“Yep. I think I have everything. Although none of you brought sunblock, did you?”
A chorus of ‘nope’s filled the room, and I rolled my eyes, walking to the bathroom to grab two bottles of sunscreen. One for the face, another for the body.
“Okay,nowI’m ready.”
Nero nodded, zipping up my duffel bag before hauling it over his shoulder, his other hand holding his own bag as he treaded down the stairs.
I followed suit, together with Siege and Dex behind me, and I saw dad jumping off the couch and rushing out the door to unlock and start the car.
Maybe I was imagining it, but the ride was tense.
I just hoped my dad wasn’t imagining me getting wild and loose with the guys, because I know it doesn’t sit well with him that we’d be staying in one room in a beach house.
Since the school did not organize this trip itself, there would be no faculty around, and we’d pretty much be free to do whatever the hell we wanted.
