“You containsomething,” Will mutters.
“Don’t say it,” Ty warns, eyes flicking from his half-eaten pizza to Will. “Don’t you dare.”
Will smirks. “What? I didn’t say anything.”
“You were gonna,” Ty says, leaning back against the wall. “You were gonna drop it like a grenade and then pretend it was casual.”
Colton pauses the game. “Drop what?”
Silence.
I don’t even flinch. Just keep sipping myGatoradeand mashing buttons as though I’m not actively waiting to see which one of them caves first.
Will’s eyes gleam, and he pauses the game. “Fine. Whatever. But if he’s gonna flirt with Coach Gray in front of God and everyone, I feel like it’srelevantinformation.”
Micah sits up. “Relevanthow?”
Ty exhales. “Luke slept with him.”
Three things happen at once.
Daniel chokes on his soda.
Colton makes a strangled noise that might be part scream, part gasp.
Micah just blinks. “What?”
Will throws up his hands. “Told you he was gonna drop it!”
Ty shrugs. “You paused the game. It felt like the right time.”
“Yousleptwith Coach Gray?” Colton says, pointing at me like I’ve committed a war crime. “When did that happen?”
“Last night,” I admit.
“Shit,” Micah mutters. Colton rubs a hand down Micah’s bare leg as if he’s soothing him, but it is probably to sooth himself. He might not be a true golden boy anymore, but theshoe still fits, and sleeping with our new Coach probably tops the list of things not to do.
“What if this screws up the whole season?” Colton asks.
“It won’t. Gez, I might be the queen of drama, but I’m not going to screw up our games.”
“Dang, and I thought Eli hooking up with our athletic trainer was a bold move—you’ve just topped it with this,” Daniel says, wide-eyed.
I grin, unbothered. “What can I say? Go big or go home.”
“Youarehome,” Ty mutters. “Which is wild, considering how much Coach Gray wrecked your ass last night.”
Micah lets out a sharp laugh. Colton groans into his hands.
“Too far,” Will says, even as he’s clearly trying not to smile.
“No such thing,” I say sweetly, swinging my legs off the couch and grabbing another slice of pizza. “Besides, it’s not like he knew I was a player either. It was mutual anonymity. Very modern romance of us.”
Colton looks like he’s aged ten years in the last five minutes. “This is not romance, Luke.”
“Oh, I know,” I say, biting into the crust. “It’s way hotter.”
Micah whistles low. “You’re really not even alittlesorry, are you?”
