“Then it was worth it,” I wink, watching as she bites down the smile she desperately wants to show off.
Venda steals Zhuri away now, wanting her opinion on something, and I let out a breath and rest my head against the wall.
If I don’t get my shit together, this infatuation is going to be completely obvious to everyone around us.
“So Conway?” I hear a female voice next to me say, and I open my eyes to find Elisabet smirking at me.
“Yup, Conway.”
She cocks her eyebrow. “Any specific reason for that?”
“Nope.”
“Uh-huh,” she hums. “It’s funny, though. I’ve watchedThe Mighty Duckscountless times with Z, and she’s always had such a thing for Conway.”
“Interesting,” I mumble.
“I’m sure that’s just a coincidence.”
“Yeah.” I rub the back of my neck nervously. “Total coincidence.” I scan my eyes across the room, desperate to get out of this. I find Sid, Wes, and Nico now standing out on the balcony. “Nice talking to you, Bet, but I’m gonna go catch up with the guys.”
I hear her laugh as I practically sprint away.
I make it to the glass door and slide it open, stepping out into the humid night. Denver is usually cool over the summer, but tonight is a hot one.
“Hey, Cap,” Nico mumbles through a mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.
“Co-captain,” I sigh.
“What are you doing out here, Cam?” Sid asks. “I figured you’d be orbiting around Zhuri.”
“Fuck off,” I say, shoving him lightly.
Wes begins laughing. “I fucking knew you had a thing for her.”
“Wonderful,” I grumble. “Apparently, everyone knows. I just got grilled by Elisabet.”
Nico shrugs. “I honestly thought we were just fucking with you.”
Wes shakes his head. “You get by on your looks, don’t you, Bieri?”
“Shut up. I notice some things.”
“Like what?” Sidney cocks his eyebrow.
“Like that Cam could really use a therapist.”
“Way to be blunt, dick,” I chide with no actual malice. “I’ll have you know Iamseeing a therapist now.”
Sid looks at me in surprise. “When did that start?”
“Last week,” I answer, rubbing the back of my neck. “I, uh, went to Zhuri’s the last time I talked to my dad, and she encouraged me to find one.”
“Have you told her about your issues with your dad?” Wes asks.
I nod. “Last month. I was in a dark place, and she listened when I opened up to her. She became someone I can lean on. That’s why I went to her place that day. She helped me find a therapist. I started seeing her last week, and she seems to think I have… depression. She referred me to a psychiatrist, and they started me on antidepressants.”
I hate admitting that. I hate admitting that I can’t even manage my own mind, though my therapist tells me it doesn’t work like that.
