Page 51 of Secrets and Lies
West: do you go to my school?
Anthony: yes
West: why didn’t you tell me that?
Anthony: you didn’t ask
West: would you have told me if I asked
Anthony: maybe
West: your annoying
Anthony: you’re drunk
West: not drunk
West: just blissfully buzzed
Anthony: on a Tuesday?
West: you’re the one who decided to tell me my fiancée was sucking face with a random nobody at a party on a weekday
West: a party she told me she was going to with her friends for a girls night btw
“Yo,” Hazen says, punching me in the arm.
I look up from my phone.
Connor shoots me a knowing grin. “Who are you talking to?”
“No one.”
“Sure,” Hazen says with a smirk. “And that’s why you look like you want to climb through the phone and devour whoever it is.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” I say innocently.
“Come on,” Connor says, his tone teasing. “Share with the rest of the class. What’s that thing they taught us in first grade? Sharing is caring?”
“Said the guy who buried his spare set of poles so he wouldn’t have to share them with Haze when he lost his on that insane wipeout over the break?” I raise my eyebrow at him.
The twins are two of the most competitive people I’ve ever known, with Rath being a close third, and they’re the absolute worst when it comes to sharing.
They’d take a bullet for each other without hesitating, and they’d each burn the world to the ground if something happened to the other, but they’ll do literally anything they can to avoid sharing whatever they have with their brother.
“You know, a stupider man than me would grab your phone and check for themself,” Hazen says, casually leaning closer and tilting his head so he can see my screen. “But I’m not a stupid man.”
“You’re also not a subtle one.” I angle my phone away from both him and Rath, who’s also not so subtly trying to read off my screen. “And I dare you to try and take it from me,” I add as I look back down at my texts.
West: not my fault you didn’t wait until the weekend to send it to me
Anthony: technically I did send it to you over the weekend and you’re the one who waited until yesterday
West: fuck
West: then I guess it’s my fault im drinking on a tuesday
West: why is there no onesday?
