“Yes, you can.”
“Cedrick, this sounds serious for you.”
“It is,” I admit.
“But is it serious for him?”
“Is having a stalker serious for someone?” I snark and immediately regret it.
“Cedrick!”
“FUCK!” I shove away from the counter with a growl. My fingers delve into my hair, and I yank on the strands until I feel the sting in my scalp.
“You were serious about that?”
“Obviously! I’m not fuckin’ lying to you.”
“Anymore.”
“Okay, fine.Anymore.”
“This is so fucked, dude,” they say, dragging their hand over their shaved head.
“You’re telling me,” I mutter.
And like the Gods have a sense of humor, my phone vibrates at that exact moment. I pull it out of my pocket without thinking about it. It’s a motion alert notification for Madison. I open it to view, smiling softly when he comes up on my screen.
He’s walking sleepily from his bed to the door, which he leaves open to use the bathroom, I’m assuming. He’s gone for a couple of minutes, and then, he shuffles back in, one eyecracked open, black shorts and a white t-shirt on his small build, and I just want to rip them off of him.
I clench my fingers around my phone before locking it and putting it back in my pocket—and it’s not until I meet Kaser’s eyes that I realize what I’ve just done.
“Please tell me that wasn’t what I think it was,” they say, voice quiet but stern.
I purse my lips. “Depends on what you think it was.”
“I’m worried you were just staring at that boy on your phone.”
“And if I was?” I hike my brow.
“Cedrick…” Kaser blows out a breath. “Jesus fucking Christ.”
“Yeah, I know.”
“No, I don’t think you do. You can get in serious fucking trouble for this, dude.”
“Yes, I know,” I repeat dryly.
“Do you? Do you really?”
“Ya. I just don’t care.”
“Oh.Ohh,that’s just great. You don’t care that you could go to fucking jail.Again,I might add.”
“It wasone time!” I argue.
“Yeah. But this is much more fucking serious than fifth degree theft as a kid, Ced!”
“I know.”
