Enjoying your Friday?” Troy shouts as he dashes around me, effortlessly carrying a girl who stands at least six inches taller than him, her protests echoing through the air. While he tries to hop like a fucking rabbit in front of me, I don’t pull my gaze away from watching Max walk out with Deck, hands laced together. To be frank, as long as it’s not Ben. I see the way she leans away from him, the distain she feels when that one tries to even get in a breathes proximity to her. Deck seems respectful, even though
