Life's not easy when your mum's nuts, your uncle is becoming your aunt, and one of your crushes could -- and probably would -- break your face if he found out how you felt about him. That's Tab's life, though, malevolent gods and all. His text-flirting with Demi, the brother of his best friend, is going nowhere: Demi already has a boyfriend and anyway, who dates their best friend's twin? But then, the pining after Nick is going nowhere either, because Nick probably likes gay-bashing on Friday nights for fun. He's gorgeous, but he's dangerous, and Tab knows better than that. So what's a bit of harmless flirting, when one is taken and the other is straight? It's just a bit of fun. That is until Demi is suddenly single, and Nick is not looking as straight and scary as he was before.

The Suicidal Peanut

“So?” Nick prodded, those sharp green eyes flicking down to the paper again. “What is it?”


“Um, a doodle, nothing,” Tab said, shoving it under the keyboard. “Um, there’s no classes, er…”


“I’m just here for the bag room,” Nick said.


“The sign-in sheet?” Nick prompted.


Tab went from a fetching cherry-red to a shade of purple that wouldn’t have looked out of place in a flowerbed, and dived under the counter to get the sign-in sheet. He heard a muffled snicker, and pressed his forehead against the filing cabinet to cool the burning for a second. How could a fucking Monday go so wrong, seriously?! And how did it happen in front of Nick, of all people?!


Because it’s Nick, of all people, the God of Honest Truths told him serenely. Tab hated it intensely for a satisfying five seconds.


And then he bobbed back up, and his drawing was in Nick’s hand.


Chapter 13