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“Do you take steroids?”

Quinnon kicks Samuel again. “Knock it off.”

I do not perish in the minigame!

For reasons entirely unknown to me, I beam up at Mr. Anders as my little green dinosaur creature takes the most coins.

For reasons that continue to be unknown to me, he…lets the tiniest edge of a smile soften his features, then he extends his hand.

I give him my controller.

“I thought you were gonna watch,” Quinnon mutters.

Eyes fixed on the screen as the round proceeds, Mr. Anders says, “I am watching.”

Once the next minigame comes up, Mr. Andersslaughtersthe guys.

A laugh bursts out of my chest as Yoshi once again takes the coins, and now the lead.

Appearing faintly smug, Mr. Anders offers me the controller back.

“Mira,” Jeffry mutters behind me as a cold glass appears before my nose. “Your Mudslide.”

“Oh.” I tilt my head back to look at him as I take it. “Thank you.”

Inches from my face, Jeffry smiles above me, pulls back, and frowns at Mr. Anders. “Hey, man. You want a beer or something?”

Mr. Anders spares Jeffry half a glance as he concentrates on the luck-based minigame as though his attention might sway the results. “No, thanks. I’ve got a clown car to designate drive back home later.”

I laugh into my chocolate milkshake.

Dry and monotone, Jeffry says, “Right.”

And Mr. Anders lucks out, keeping us in first yet again.

Chapter 15

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The world is full of losers, but they shouldn’t be givingmy wifeliquor.

Damion

I am not having the worst time, actually.

Mirabelle is a little drunk, and I hate half the people here, but the other half aren’t that bad.

Specifically, Samuel, Micheal, and Richard aren’t that bad.

Nate, Quinnon, and Jeffry are dead to me.

When Mirabelle steps away to the restroom down the hall, the atmosphere turns suffocating. The upbeat music of the game can’t chase the tension, but I keep my gaze fixed on the screen and pretend it can regardless.

Up until the moment Jeffry says, “So.Damion.”

Unbidden, a sigh leaves me, and I cut my attention to the wavy-haired twit.

“What exactly are your intentions with Mira?”