“What?” My eyes widen. “No!” I shake my head. “No, I wouldn’t do that. I wouldn’t see anyone else without telling you. That's why I told you about the guys I’ve been playing with online. I didn’t want to keep secrets.”
“At least one of us has morals,” Damien mutters.
“What does that mean?” My brows furrow.
“It means we’ve all been keeping things from you, Addie. For years, I believed my reasoning was valid. Now, I couldn’t care less because you’re more important to me than anything. These two, on the other hand, I can’t think of any reason why they wouldn’t have told you by now.”
“Told me what?!” My heart is beating so damn fast I think I might pass out. I feel dizzy, my mind racing. I’m sweating like crazy. God, I think I might be sick.
Are they going to tell me there’s another girl? That they’ve been seeing someone back home?
“You going to tell her, or am I?” Damien asks the guys.
Carson and Reid look at one another, to me then back to Damien. “Not like this. Not right now.”
“Yes, right now!” Damien growls. “Everything needs to be on the damn fucking table. Right here, right now.” Damien turns to me, chest heaving, eyes a little wild.
“Someone tell me please,” I beg, before I go crazy.
“The guys you’re talking to online, Death, Waffle, and Grim.”
“How do you know about them?” My brows pull together. I told Carson and Reid, but I’ve never talked about my online friends with Damien.
His shoulders slump, and the sympathetic, guilty look on his face has my heart stuttering in my chest.
“Because we are them.”
I’m sorry, what? No, no, no, I didn’t hear that right.
“What?” I whisper, brows pulling together, shaking my head. “No.”
“Yes, Addie. I’m Death. And they’re Waffle and Grim. I’m not sure who is who, but we’re the three guys you’ve been talking to online. The ones you’ve been friends with for years, gaming together all the time. It’s me who told you I had feelings for you.”
“No.” I shake my head, my grip on FooFoo growing painful. “No. No.”
Damien takes his phone out, types something, and my phone dings.
“Check your phone, Princess,” Damien murmurs.
“Stop!” Carson shouts. “What the fuck, man? Why would you do this?”
“Because someone has to! We’ve been lying to her. She deserves better than this!”
With shaky hands, I pull my phone out of my hoodie pocket and check the notifications. It’s a message from Death.
Opening it, I nearly pass out when I see the text.
FatalDe@thWish: Hi Princess. It’s me, Damien. I’m sorry you had to find out this way.
“Is it true?” I whisper, looking at Carson and Reid. “You’re Grim and Waffle?”
“It’s not what it looks like,” Reid insists. “We wanted to tell you, we just didn’t know how. We didn’t find out who you were until after we met at the gala. I promise.”
“Things were so new. We didn’t want to freak you out. We didn’t know how you felt about us as Grim and Waffle. We were afraid that if you knew, it might change how you felt about us.”
“So you kept it from me?” I ask, my heart breaking inside my chest. “Even after I told you I had feelings for my best friends? Why didn’t you tell me then!?”
“It was an awkward situation. We were taken off guard, and we didn’t know what to say at that moment,” Reid insists.
