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368 pages, Paperback
First published September 29, 2020
" Do you think I am in the mood for more physical contact today?”
"People who talk sense before noon should be fired from cannons into the sun. Especially on the weekend.”
“I don’t believe in songs or promises. I don’t believe in hearts or flowers or lightning strikes.” Aiden snatched a breath as though it was his last before drowning. “I never believed in anything but you.”
Seiji: “I don’t understand why Jay is fencing so emotionally.”
Gene: "It’s because they, you know."
Seiji: "I don't know."
Nicholas: "I don't know either."
“Well,” said Eugene, “I guess it’s possible Harvard is tired of having Aiden’s guys over at all hours. If you know what I’m saying.”
“Wow,” murmured Nicholas, as realization dawned. “Are you saying…?”
Eugene nodded. Bobby and Dante were as well, in a resigned fashion. Apparently this was common knowledge.
“Aiden has his friends over, like, at night? And in the mornings?” Nicholas demanded.
“Well… yeah, bro,” said Eugene. “From night until morning. Sometimes.”
Nicholas was scandalized.
“Does he throw parties? That’s gotta be distracting for Harvard. The captain’s fencing shouldn’t suffer because his roommate is a party animal.”
A silence settled over the table. Nicholas assumed everyone was as horrified as he was, but their expressions had gone strangely fixed. He looked toward Seiji, whose eyebrows had drawn sharply and disapprovingly together.
“I agree completely, Nicholas,” said Seiji. “Aiden shouldn’t be throwing parties! Do you realize what’s happening here? Because it seems completely obvious to me.”
“Oh, thank God, someone’s going to tell him,” murmured Bobby.
Seiji leaned across the table to Nicholas, as though he might whisper to him and still be heard over the buzz of chatter rising to the rafters. Nicholas leaned forward to hear what was so obvious to everyone else.
“I suspect that if Harvard wasn’t being deprived of sleep by these social gatherings, the captain would be higher ranked…”
“Utterly was a fancy way of saying totally, he was pretty sure. Nicholas didn’t see what was wrong with saying totally, but he made a private note to write utterly in his essay. The way I grew up was utterly fine. Yep, that sounded good.”
“These are bow ties.” Nicholas grimaced as he gestured to the buildings. Eugene looked puzzled. “You know, stores so tiny and expensive you’re not supposed to call them stores?”
“Oh! You mean boutiques, bro.”
“I don’t believe in songs or promises. I don’t believe in hearts or flowers or lightning strikes.” Aiden snatched a breath as though it was his last before drowning. “I never believed in anything but you.”
“So is he going to be your boyfriend?” Seiji asked.
“I’m, uh,” said Harvard. “I’m not sure.”
“When will you know?”
“For now, we’re just dating.”
Wasn’t dating what you did with boyfriends and girlfriends? Wasn’t that what they were specifically for? Was there a probationary period? That seemed stressful. Stress was bound to affect the captain’s game. Why was nobody sensible?
Was there a probationary period for being friends? Seiji glanced at Nicholas in alarm.
Why did nobody ever tell Seiji the rules of social behavior? He’d been taught the rules for fencing, and he excelled in that. He didn’t see why everybody expected him to excel in life with no training.”
“From now on, when we speak of a prank that is truly legendary, we will call it a Seiji,” vowed Chad. “Boys, grab him!”
To Seiji’s evident and overwhelming horror, Eugene’s weight-lifting bros seized him and lifted him bodily over their heads.
Nicholas moved very fast, using all the speed he’d been born with. He grabbed Eugene’s phone out of his hands and took a picture of Seiji’s expression at the moment they were lifting him. Then Nicholas texted the photo to his own number. He’d found his new phone background.”