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

Tab touched pencil to paper, and waited.


Because if he was gay…if Nick were gay, then—maybe Tab could have him? But if he did…if he did, he couldn’t have Demi—and vice versa, really. There was no way to have both and Nick was gorgeous and all, but Demi had gotten under Tab’s skin somewhere along the line and…


He did. But he wanted Nick, too. And…


“I want a fair fight,” Uncle Eddie said seriously, and someone sniggered. Allen bared his—mouth-guard?—and Nick smirked. “Seriously, boys.”


Tab silently hoped Nick was being telepathic again, and thought smash his face in as loudly as he could.


The sound of the bell rippled through the room, and—Nick didn’t move.


Tab had sneakily watched the odd sparring session through the glass doors at Grangefields, and had seen Nick at the bags enough to know that he moved when he boxed. He bounced on his toes, he darted, he shifted around. He was almost restless, and yet…


Chapter 41