Donny has officially left the building. RIP, man.
“This has gotta be enough to snag me the trophy.”
“The trophy?” Lane frowns. “The hell you talking about? Don’t tell me this has something to do with your bullshit thing with Carrie. Like, ‘who’s the better partner?’?”
Don nods. “It does. I made a winner’s trophy thing, and I’ve won it twice now. I’m dominating this.”
I roll my eyes. “Absolute disgrace, dude. Why don’t you just focus on your game? This is such a time suck.”
“You’rea time suck, Lewis Conley. Iamfocused on my game, and anyway… Every second with Wolinski 2.0 feels amazing. Just wait till you’re all grown up.Thenmaybe you’ll get it.”
“When that day comes, I’m getting front-row tickets.” Adam snorts.
“Shut up, traitor! Never going to happen.” I spot Lois and Carrie wandering over to join us, and I wave. “Hey, Loiiis!”
She curls her lip at me, but I know that, deep down, she loves it.
“How’s it going, honeys?” I croon.
Lois just about cracks a smile before she lunges for Lane, and Carrie gives me something vaguely like a half wave. I grab her wrist.
“What even was that? Come say hi properly!”
I fold her into my arms, pressing her to my chest and mussing up her bun. Don’s right—the girl has amazing hair.
“Don!” she squeals. “Help a girl out!”
He laughs but doesn’t budge, and I decide to let her go before she knees me in the balls.
Carrie smooths down her hair, scowling. “How come Lois doesn’t get trolled like that?”
Lois looks panicked. “Hey, you leave me out of it!”
I shrug. “Me and Lois are already Super Buddies. Me and you, though, it’s early days in what looks set to be the start of a beautiful friendship. The game plan is to slowly wear you down with compliments and hugs.”
“What did I do to deserve this?”
Don beckons her over. “Girlfriend needed in aisle four.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” She rummages in her bag, shooting him a grin. “I’ve got the trophy!” she singsongs, holding it up in the air. “So, I think the phrase you’re looking for is—‘best girlfriend everneeded in aisle four.’?”
“That trophy’s coming home where it belongs.” Don smiles smugly. “I’ve got something for you.”
“Wait a minute…” I narrow my eyes. “Is that… a milk carton? With eyes and a mouth and everything? And a dumbass cape?”
“Yeah.” Don holds it closer. “I even added a ‘W.’ See?”
“Oh hell no!” Lois shakes her head. “We’re Lois Lane. Capes areourthing.”
“Just give me my goddamn gift!” Carrie calls out.
Donovan winks at her, slowly bringing his hands around from behind him.
“It’s a sleep shirt!” He beams. “A Wolinski special.”
My gaze flits between them.Shit. These guys just hit rock bottom.
Don smirks. “Ready to admit defeat?”
