“Trey is cheating on me,” Theo moans.
“How do you figure that?” Charlie asks.
“Well, he didn’t want to come to Ollie and Hunter’s party last week, and I thought that was off. And whenever I ask him to go out now, he’s always busy,” Theo blurts out.
Brooks comes over to the table with a tray of drinks and Theo grabs two, swiggingboth down.
“What’s wrong?” Brooks asks.
“Trey is apparently cheating on him,” I say.
“Who doesn’t want to spend time with their boyfriend?” Theo groans. “I mean, look at all of you.”
He waves a hand around to the couples sitting around the table, all in love.
“How are you going to prove this?” I ask.
“I don’t know yet. I need to drink my sorrows away first.”
“I’m sorry,” Ollie says. “Is there anything we can do?”
He shakes his head. “No. God, I wish I had a relationship like yours.”
Ollie and Hunter share a warm look. I know Theo wants a relationship like our friends have, not to be sitting here questioning whether or not his boyfriend is cheating on him.
“Can you talk to him?” Charlie asks. “Maybe it’s not what you think it is.”
“What else could it be?” Theo casts a glare in his direction. “After a year of dating, why doesn’t he want to spend time with me? I mean, that’s a giant red flag.”
I snort a laugh.
“Griffin,” Brooks hisses.
“What? What was that for?” Theo asks.
“It’s just…”
Shit. Am I really going to tell Theo thatnoneof us like his boyfriend? Forget the fact that none of us have met him, but he never wants to spend time with Theo like he deserves.
“Just what?” he asks again.
“We just don’t think Trey is the right person for you,” I say, an ounce of trepidation in my voice.
I love Theo. He’s my best friend. But the very last thing I want is for him to turn his ire on me.
“Therightperson? He was theonlyperson for me.”
“There are still plenty of?—”
“Don’t you dare say fish.” Theo points a finger at Ollie, interrupting him. “I don’t want another fish. I want Trey.”
“Then talk to him,” I reiterate.
Theo rolls his eyes at me. “That would not go over well. ‘Hey, Trey, are you cheating on me?’”
“This isn’t going well,” Charlie whispers, for only me to hear.
“I need more drinks. I’m going to the bar,” Theo says, stomping off.
