“Naw. If you hadn’t said it, I think I would have.” I looked at him, not the director, who had likely called “Cut!” by now, not that I’d heard him. I yelled it then. “The truth is I’m in love with Mathis Webber, and pride sometimes kicks you in the nuts.” Devon almost smiled. “Balls?” That got him. He barked out a laugh. “Balls. Pride kicks you in the balls. Dad should have said balls.”
My brother laughed even harder as I wondered what the hell I’d just done, how much trouble I was in, and whether or not my heart would ever start beating right again. It was pumping, for sure, that much I knew, because it hurt like hell when Mathias turned and walked out.
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