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Tyrone hands him a towel and he wipes his face. “It makes perfect sense, fucker. Believe me, I understand. What I don't understand is what the hell set you off in the first place.” He points to himself. “It's me. I'm not your fucking enemy. What gives?”
He snorts. “Never mind I think we all know what's changed recently.”
He throws his bloody towel down. “I don't want to be an asshole who gets involved in other people's relationships but there's something you need to know.”
Tyrone starts waving his hands telling him to stop.
Since my curiosity's been more than peaked, there's no way I'm letting this go.
“What's that?”
He lifts his chin and Tyrone curses under his breath.
“Your girl is still hitting on me and Tyrone. I don't mean i
Dammit.
I'm not mad. Lou-Lou's supposed to be doing that, it's part of the plan. I just never thought about how it would make me look.
Or feel.
“Well, we're not serious,” I say.
Jackson blows out a breath. “Look, brother. There's keeping shit casual and then there's looking like a chump.” He gestures between him and Tyrone. “We're your boys...the last people she should be hitting on is us.”
Tyrone rubs the back of his neck and Jackson shrugs. “I'm not trying to judge, but if I was calling someone my girl, buying her expensive jewelry, and letting her stay at my apartment every night. You better believe I would never be okay with her trying to cozy up to some other guy. Or in this case, guys.”
The worst part about what he's saying is that I have no argument... because it's exactly how I feel.
I'm not okay with it. I'm not okay with any of this.
Especially given the guy she's really cozying up to is my father.
They turn to go in the locker room and I'm about to join them but my phone rings.
I'm mildly confused as to why DeLuca's name is flashing across the screen...but then I realize.
He has camera's in the gym.
And that means he heard everything Jackson just said.