Well, it’s not blatant, I guess, but still.
Kruger’s hand appears, and this time there’s a joint in it. I grab it on instinct, cup it, and take a few hits as I try to figure out how to get Rooke off my case.
“I hate texting,” Kruger says. “Voice notes are my jam.”
My eyes dart sideways, but he’s watching the beer pong match through red, slitted eyes. Fuck that. I shift anyway, angling so my phone screen is not in his line of sight.
“Voice notes are fine, but you’ve got two minutes max, then fuck you,” Nolan says. “Gonna be more than two minutes, then call me.”
“Maybe,” Myles says in a sing-song voice, giggling as he plucks at his pedo-looking mustache.
Jesus.
There’s a harsh buzz in my ears, and I realize I’ve smoking the joint like a fucking cigarette.
“Fuck, take this,” I tell Kruger. “Don’t give me more.”
“Good shit, huh?”
I lift my eyebrows, opening my eyelids as wide as possible to focus on my phone screen.
…love to find out…
I consider a few responses.
Fuck off and die.
Burn in hell.
That last one is courtesy of Haven. But none seem harsh enough.
“What’s the worst way to tell someone to fuck off?” I ask Kruger.
Kruger.
But I get like a hundred replies.
“Kindly vacate my vibe,” Kruger says.
“Weak.” Nolan coughs on the joint, and as if inspired, says, “Tell ‘em to choke on a Lego.”
“Unsubscribe me,” Blake says behind me, giving me a fucking heart attack. He taps me with his foot. “Dude, make room.”
I shift over reluctantly, angling even more so he can’t see my phone screen. I should get out and have this fucking duel with Rooke where no one can eye spy my screen, but I’m getting some good feedback here.
“Nastier,” I say, shaking my head. “I need ruthless, not funny.”
“Delete yourself.” When the fuck didDahmerclimb into the hot tub?
I press my lips together. “Could work.”
“You’re not worth the battery I’m wasting,” Austin says.
“Forget it,” I mutter, waving away their suggestions.
@wanderkind
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