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“Hinki. Lighter.”
Sohinki passed Lasercorn the lighter, which he used to light a joint.
“I still can’t believe you guys never get in trouble for this,” Wes said, covering his nose with his shirt.
“I can. They got the finesse,” Ra stated as he sat down.
“Bout time you showed up,” Lasercorn mumbled.
“Where’s Mari?” Sohinki asked through a stream of smoke.
“I think she left early. She wasn’t at practice.”
“What’s good y’all!”
“Boze!”
Joven and Tim were a few paces behind her, casually chatting.
“Scooch.”
Lasercorn and Sohinki scooted apart to make room for their boyfriend as Tim and Boze sat down under the cool shade of the group’s designated tree.
“Care to join us Wesley?”
“Joven you know the whole polycule thing didn’t work out for me.”
“It’s always worth a shot, pretty boy.”
Wes scoffed. “Besides, I kinda like someone else now.”
“OOH. Dish.” Boze said, eyes alight.
Tim gently touched her arm, reminding her to knock it down a notch.
“Wessy’s got a crush!” Joven said in a sing-songy voice.
“Shut uuuuuup!” Wes protested, covering up his beet red face with his book.
“He can tell us if he’s ready to.”
“Ra’s right. We really shouldn’t force it.”
“Curse you and your voice of reason, Tim.”
“Adding that one to the Tim Tally (TM).”
“Lasercorn, I adore you, but why must you tally every time Tim speaks?”
“Maybe I like doing the statistics on how much he speaks in a week, Joven.”
“Twenty-seven, daily.”
Everyone turned to look at Tim.
“I just like the number. This is number nineteen by the way, and I kind of want to be able to talk to my parents.”
“Well there goes years of work!”
“Maybe now you can count how many times I get flustered around a certain triple threat.”
“So he a triple threat.”
“Or she or they, Ra.” Joven chided.
“Actually, there’s only a handful of triple threats at this school, and the only two female triple threats are Mari and Courtney Miller, so that narrows it down to Shayne Topp, Damien Haas, and Keith Leak Jr. That’s twenty. Boze, don’t let me say anything else.”
“And Wes doesn’t know Keith.”
Tim nodded to Boze thankfully.
“So… probably Shayne?” Joven guessed.
“Ew, no.”
“I knew reverse psychology would work!”
“No you didn’t.” Wes retorted.
“I didn’t.” Joven sighed.