Page 43 of The Deception You Weave

Part of me wants to go and experience the game. But there's a bigger part of me that just wants to hide. If I can't play, then what is the fucking point.

Instead of getting up and heading to the stadium to cheer my team on, I climb out of bed and go in search of coffee.

The house is in silence. No surprise there. I heard someone come in at some point during the night, but I have no idea if they're all back yet.

Shutting myself back into my room before I have to talk to anyone, I grab my laptop and set about doing some homework.

I get lost in my lit paper that's due next week and I don't realize how much time has passed until my door flies open.

"What the fuck, Dev?" I bark, looking up to see him standing in my doorway with his eyes wide.

"What? You're not jerking off," he says as if that could be the only reason why I don't want him barging in on me. "Seen it all before anyway, man."

"What the fuck do you want?" I ask, slamming my laptop closed in frustration. I was so close to the fucking end.

"You need to come downstairs."

"Why? Is the house on fire?"

"No. Just… just do as you're fucking told for once."

"Alright, Jesus."

Climbing off my bed, I swipe my hand through my hair, pulling it back from my brow and I follow him downstairs.

"I swear to God if I have to help you clean up after some sex fest gone wrong, I'm gonna be really pissed."

"No sex fest. Well… not that happened here anyway. That girl who was searching you out last night was fucking wild though."

"I don't want to know."

"Your loss was certainly my gain, man."

"Glad I could help."

"Help?" he asks, sounding affronted. "I don't need your help to get laid."

"Whatever. What am I here for?" I ask, looking around the living area at nothing.

"Not here. Outside."

"If this is—"

"Just go with it. It'll be totally worth it, I promise."

"Fine."

I walk down the hallway toward the front door and throw it open. Trying to prepare myself for whatever bullshit might greet me on the other side.

It won't be the first time, or the last, that Devin will have pulled some bullshit prank on me. I know he's pissed that I'm moping about, but he needs to get the fuck over it.

Lifting my eyes from the doorstep, they widen in shock.

"Holy fucking shit. Is that—"

"Yep." I can hear the smile in his voice.

"Holy shit," I repeat, running from the house forgetting that I have no shoes on and the driveway is covered in fucking gravel. "Ow, shit."