“What are we, twelve?” Will mocks.
Kendrick shoots him a look. “Some of us are.”
Allie laughs obnoxiously.
Never mind, she’s way past tipsy.
Will doesn’t acknowledge the slander, sipping on a beer and fidgeting with his jeans. He’d usually jump at the chance to bicker, but he’s been taking Kendrick’s snarky comments like a champ recently. He bites his tongue, sits back, and pretends nothing happened. I can practically hear him think, “All right, I deserved that.”
“We’re too old for that crap,” I say.
“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Allie insists.
Leaning back into Haze’s frame, I look up at him, my face screaming, “Help me out here.” He doesn’t nod or agree with me. Far from it.
“Yeah, why not? It’ll help me get to know Caleb.”
What the hell, Haze?
He stares at Caleb without flinching. He just full-on death stares until Caleb shifts in his seat, searching for my gaze. I deny him eye contact for the billionth time tonight. I thought I was imagining it all until I caught Will frowning. He didn’t even need to speak. I know he noticed, too.
“Great. Where’s the vodka?” Allie’s eyes wander around the messy room. Unopened boxes are piled up on the kitchen table and spread across the floor. We unpacked the essentials today, but we’re far from done. Spotting the glass bottle on the kitchen counter, Allie gets up and brings it over.
“How about we spice it up?” She sits back on the couch. “If you did the thing, you take a shot, but you have to give us a backstory if someone asks or you take two.”
“Is that really necessary?” Will complains.
“What’s wrong? Have something to hide, Will?” Kendrick accuses.
There he goes again, poking at Will. This is weird. Maybe I was wrong. Maybe Kendrick did find out about him and Kass? Whatever it is, he’s punishing Will for something.
“Just wondering what the point is.” Will shrugs.
“The point is to make the game interesting. Now quit whining.” Allie reaches for the bag at her feet and gets six shot glasses out. She sure came prepared.
“Isn’t your version a cheap knockoff of truth or dare?” Kendrick asks.
“Trust me, my game’s way more fun,” she smirks, bending forward to line up the shot glasses on the coffee table. I catch Kendrick’s eyes lingering on her for a second too long, and Allie flushes. Still, she holds his gaze, never backing down.
Wait…
Am I sensing sexual tension?
I blink at my cousin, who doesn’t notice my disapproval, too busy undressing Allie in his head. Nope, not happening. He can have anyone. Literally anyone but Allie. He’s been all over the place since Nicole broke up with him again. He straight up changed country on a whim. He’s acting on impulse right now, and I will not let my best friend be his rebound.
“Who wants to start?” I can’t believe I’m the one pressing for this nightmare to begin, but I can’t watch them eye-fuck each other for a second longer.
Allie snaps back to reality. “Right, I’ll start. Never have I ever…” She stops to think for a moment. “Had my heart broken.”
We all drink, even Will.
So, Kass broke his heart? I was right. Something did happen.
“Who broke your heart, Will?” The question falls out on its own. Color quickly drains from Will’s face while Kendrick glances away in disgust.
That’s when it hits me.
Oh my God. He knows.