My phone burst to life with a cheery tone and immediately beeped. I frowned, halfway through pulling off my T-shirt. Who the fuck was texting me? It better not be another one of those shitty chain messages.Send this to seven people or you’ll have bad luck for the rest of your life.
Maybe that was why I had shitty luck, because I deleted them every time.
When I picked my phone up, that wasn’t what was waiting for me.
UNKNOWN
No hiding in the library tomorrow.
That was it. No greeting. No pleasantries. No sign-off. Not that one was needed. It was fucking obvious who it was.
That I didn’t have my brother’s best friend’s number already in my phone spoke volumes about our relationship.
Or lack thereof.
I saved his number under ‘Dickhead’ before tapping repeatedly at the numbers. If someone ever invented a phone with a proper keyboard, I’d kiss them.
RYAN
Who is this?
DICKHEAD
You know who it is, Shadow. Now, be a good boy and meet me at the smoking area tomorrow.
My stomach swooped. There was that phrase again. I gritted my teeth, forcing my brain not to go there.You do not like be called that. It means nothing.
RYAN
I’m not your fucking ‘good boy.’
DICKHEAD
Not with that attitude you’re not.
Is he wrong? Because that was you on your knees the other night.
I scowled at my internal voice. I might’ve blown him, but it was to prove a point. Not because I was trying to make himlikeme. That ship had sailed a long time ago, right around the time he’d given me that infernal nickname.
Another message came through before I could reply.
DICKHEAD
Thought you’d be asleep already.
I flopped backwards on the bed as I typed a response. All the exhaustion I’d felt earlier had gone now, which was weird.
RYAN
It’s not like I have a set bedtime. I’m not twelve.
DICKHEAD
You did have art class tonight though.
RYAN
So?
