Irresponsible Puckboy (Puckboys, #2)

by Eden Finley

We get back inside the house to find Dex pacing back and forth in the large living room. “Are you guys cool now? Did you fix it? I’m so sorry. So, so, so, so sorry,” he chants. “I fucked up again because of my stupid mouth, and—” Oskar approaches him, but Dex flinches as Oskar clasps his shoulder. “We’re cool. Tripp and I decided we’d be better off as friends, so go have your vacation with him.” Dex’s mouth gapes while he looks at me. “Tripp?” What’s the best way to cover a big fat lie? With another lie … apparently. Tripp Mitchell’s self-help book, coming soon. “I told you. Oskar farts like crazy. Not relationship material right there.” “I do not,” Oskar says. “Maybe you’re smelling your own ass because you’re full of shit.” “Ah, friend Oskar is back. Yay,” I say. “And friend Tripp is back,” Dex says. “Right?” “Right.” Dex smiles, but then it quickly drops. “You guys didn’t really break up because of me, did you?” Oskar and I share a look. “Nah,” Oskar says. “It just wasn’t right.” “Agreed. We’re better as friends.” Dex’s grin is back. “In that case, race you to the lake for a swim?” It’s one of Dex’s best and worst traits. He’s so quick to trust in what he’s told, which is great for when I want him to let something go. Not so great when he sees clickbait on the internet about official alien sightings confirmed by NASA. I push him out of the way to run to my room for my trunks. “You’re on.”