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Havoc



“Yeah. And I found a bug. I can keep—”

I trail off after glancing at him again. His eyebrows are tightly knit, and he’s staring at me like I’ve sprouted tentacles out of my ears.

“Sorry,” I say as I set the controller down. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I’ve been trying to get air support for weeks!” he interrupts with nothing but awe in his voice. I hide my smile behind a simple explanation.

“I’m pretty good.”

“You’d have to be! Holy shit.”

That forlorn expression is gone from his face, and this time, I let myself grin. “And there’s a glitch that lets me keep using it. Do you want to see it in action?”

I hand Mike the headset, and when the alarms in the game start sounding and the screen flashes red, his face brightens with excitement. I can hear the frantic screams of ten-year-olds from his headphones, and when Mike starts laughing, I do too.

“Do me a favor?” I ask, and when he waits for me to continue, I say, “Tell PussySlayer69 that my mom says hello.”

Mike laughs so hard, he sends himself into a coughing fit. “Oh my God, that little shit has been working on my nerves for weeks.” He pulls the mouthpiece to his lips and says, “Hey Kyle, you realize you’re getting your ass handed to you by a girl over here, right? Her mom says hi.”

I can’t make out what Kyle is saying, but I can hear his signature high-pitched screaming, and judging by the way Mike doubles over with laughter, it must be good. I’m beaming with pride when Mike finally sits back up and lets out a satisfied sigh. “That was amazing. I needed that.”

“Rough night?” I joke, but Mike’s smile falls away, and I curse my stupid mouth.

Not my business, not my business, not my business. Danica’s business is so not my business, it’s not even on the same map. She is Antarctica, and I am the moon.

“Your name is Hailey, right?” Mike asks.

I nod, still trying to think of a way to erase the last thirty seconds of our conversation.

“I’m sorry for being such an asshole, Hailey. I didn’t know you’d end up on your own here all night.”

“It’s alright—” I start, but Mike shakes his head.

“No, it’s not. I wasn’t thinking.”

The sincerity in his gaze makes me swallow hard, and when he frowns at my silence, I shake my head. If anyone should feel bad about tonight, it’s Danica. She made me drive her here, forced me to follow her around like her personal butler for hours, and then fell the hell asleep. “Really, it’s okay. I haven’t been alone for long. I spent most of the night gaming with Rowan.”

Mike stares at me a moment longer before a small smile graces his face again. “She’s pretty good too. She can wipe the floor with me half the time.”

It’s true—she was pretty awesome, both in the game and out of it. We apparently go to the same school, so we exchanged numbers and made plans to have lunch together—along with Joel’s girlfriend, Dee—on campus on Wednesday. It’s the only good thing I got out of tonight.

“Not as good as me though,” I brag, and Mike chuckles.

“No, you’re something else. I still can’t believe you got air support in, what, just a few hours.”

I lift my beer bottle into the air for a toast, and he clinks his to mine.

“I play DZ4 with my little brother a lot,” I explain.

“And you’re Danica’s cousin, right?” he asks after taking a long sip of his beer. When I nod, he adds, “She never mentioned she had any cousins.”

I take another drink, remembering the way she just tossed my favorite hoodie on the ground. It’s currently lying wet in the bathroom sink of the bus. Shawn tried to help me get the stain out of the sleeve, but we only made it worse.

“Probably because she’s a self-centered bitch who doesn’t think about anyone but herself,” I spit, and as soon as the bitter truth leaves my mouth, my eyes go wide and my lips clamp shut.

I can’t believe I just said that. Out loud. To the very guy she just finished doing God-knows-what with not more than twenty minutes ago. I’ve lost my damn mind.

I hold my breath while Mike stares at me, and then he gives me an amused smile and teases, “Why don’t you tell me how you really feel.”

I take a humongous swallow from my bottle to clear the even bigger lump in my throat. “Sorry.”

“For what?”

“I didn’t mean to insult your girlfriend.”

“Girlfriend,” he repeats, frowning. He sits back against the leather seat and lets his head fall back. “Tonight is so fucked.”

I repeat my mantra. Not my business, not my business, not my business.

“Do you want another beer?” I ask, dropping my eyes from the dusting of stubble on his chin to his empty bottle. Mike is an enigma. A rock star who doesn’t hook up with groupies. A guy who just got laid, yet acts like someone just died. I don’t know what’s bothering him, but even if I asked, I’m guessing I wouldn’t understand. The guy was in love with Danica, and that’s something I could never comprehend regardless of how many years I spent playing tour bus psychiatrist.

“There’s not enough beer in the world,” he answers, but I hand him what’s left of mine before taking his empty bottle and walking in the direction of the kitchenette in the back. I know I can’t get involved, so instead, I do the next best thing.
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