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

Mainly, you know, the physical pain when he did something stupid In The Room On Their Own and Nick tried to murder him.


“Um,” Tab said. “Yes. Friday morning. At ten. That’ll be fine.”


“Cool,” Nick said, and raised his eyebrows. “You’re seriously weird, mate.”


You have no idea, one of Tab’s gods piped up gleefully—but thankfully, Nick appeared to be an atheist, and didn’t hear a word. 10


The bagroom was slightly smaller than the main training room, and filled with punchbags (duh…) of varying sizes and weights, hanging from the exposed rafters on chains as thick as Tab’s thigh. It was used for bagwork (also duh) and the odd fitness class, but usually left empty for members to use on their own, so that Friday morning, Tab flipped the sign on the glass door over to ‘in use’ and set up a chair in the corner.


“Just, um…you know,” he waved a hand. “Do your thing.”


Chapter 27