“Right,” I reply, sheepishly rubbing the back of my neck, and I hear my brother snicker. “I’ll catch you at practice, though.”
She smiles at me. “I’ll see you then, Cammy.”
“See you tomorrow, Zhuri baby.”
She waves to Bodhi before she takes off down the trail again, and I keep my eyes on her the entire way, watching intently as the muscles in her legs flex with every movement.
Of course, Bodhi notices.
“Holy shit,” he laughs in disbelief. “That’s why you were in your head, isn’t it?”
“I have no idea what you mean,” I shrug, focusing on the really interesting tree bark in front of me rather than him.
“Oh, please. I might be younger than you, but I wasn’t born yesterday, Cam. I’m not naive.”
“Shut up,” I chide, starting to jog down the trail again as Bodhi laughs his ass off behind me.
When he catches up to me again, I look over to see the biggest shit-eating grin on his face.
I sigh. “What?”
“You like Zhuri.”
I stop jogging again, resting with my hands on my knees as I take a deep breath before I look at my brother again.
“I know.”
Bodhi’s eyes widen in surprise. “I thought you’d deny it.”
“Nope.” I let out a breath. “It’s pretty obvious, but it’s not like I can do anything about it.”
“This is… surprising.”
“Why?”
He shrugs. “I’ve just never seen you show interest in anyone. And you hated Zhuri until last month.”
“I know I did,” I sigh. “That was stupid because she’s actually really fucking awesome. I, uh, talked to her about my dad, and she was really supportive.”
“That’s awesome, Cam,” Bodhi smiles. He might be a shithead, but he’s still a good brother.
“Would be more awesome if I could do anything about it,” I grumble. “Being on the same team means it’s forbidden.”
He gives me a sad look. “Shit. Sorry, man.”
“Probably for the best. I should focus on hockey anyway.”
Bodhi rolls his eyes. “Okay,Ivor.”
“Fuck off. I’m not my dad just because I said I should focus on hockey.”
“No,” he sighs. “You think you should focus on hockey because he’s always in your goddamn head.”
I scoff and roll my eyes. “You’re still a fetus; you’re not supposed to be wise.”
“I’m twenty-fucking-two.”
“You’re barely an adult.”
