I nod to Connor. “Hey princess, you want to compete at chin-ups?” Lo fucking hates doing them, so he can watch and count.
“I don’t know,” Connor says with a casual tone. “Will you cry when I beat you? If so, then yes.”
“Just get your ass to the pull-up bar.”
Lo stretches his arms. “Hey, don’t talk about his ass like that.”
“You’re making my first love jealous,” Connor banters, heading to the bar with me.
I’ve become used to their flirty fucking banter. They’re best friends. They’ve lived together for almost two years. They have a much better relationship with each other than I do with either of them individually. Am I fucking jealous? Maybe a little.
“You two are so fucking cute,” I say, grasping the bar underhand. I cross my ankles, and Connor does the same on the bar next to me.
“Ready?” Lo says, standing back to judge. “Go.”
I pull myself up, my collarbones in line with the bar, and then I lower my body back to the starting position. One. I breathe out. Two. My muscles burn, but I’m nowhere near fatigued or strained. Three.
I keep counting in my head, Connor easily staying at the same pace as me. He’s in really good fucking shape. I didn’t even realize it when I first met him since he’s always in preppy clothes or suits and button-downs. But he’s kept his body healthy and at a physical peak like me.
Lo’s mind must be wandering because he says, “I’m thinking about going to rehab again.”
Ten. I falter a little, my muscles constricting in tight bands. I frown as I pull my body back up. “You don’t have to decide this now,” I say in a single breath.
Connor is more concentrated on the fucking challenge, so I think he’s lapped me by two chin-ups.
“It helped me before,” Lo admits. “I stayed sober for a long time, and Lily’s in a good place. She’ll be okay without me.”
But it’s different now. Back then, he wasn’t famous. No one knew his name. Lily’s sex addiction hadn’t been publicized. He was just a rich kid from Philly.
“Do you think it’s the right move?” Lo asks.
Fifteen. I usually can do twenty-two, but a nervous sweat drips down my forehead, and my arms go slack at sixteen chin-ups. I drop my feet to the ground. “I don’t know,” I say, undoing the Velcro on my gloves. I slip them off my hands.
Connor does his final chin-up, barely breaking a sweat. “Twenty-three,” he exclaims, a smile behind the words. He knows he beat me. I smack his chest, hoping he’d flinch from the playful attack, but he flexes instead, and I hit muscle.
“Fuck you,” I tell him easily.
He grins. “You love me.”
“You say that to everyone,” I tell him. “And I highly fucking doubt the entire world loves you, Cobalt.”
“The entire world doesn’t have to love me,” he says, picking up his water again. “Only the ones that matter.”
“That’s cute. Did you write that in your diary this morning?”
“No, I read it from yours,” he banters.
I flip him off, and then Connor turns his attention on my brother, never really forgetting what we were talking about. “When were you thinking of leaving for rehab?”
Lo shrugs. “Maybe this week since Ryke is going to California. It just seemed like a good time.”
A lump lodges in my fucking throat. It’s not a good time. I want to be around him while he’s in rehab. I don’t like knowing that he’ll be separated for that long from Lily, from me and Connor, from the ones that truly love him. Last time he went to rehab, I was there. I went to meetings with him. And I’m honestly not fucking sure he can handle the criticism of the media, focusing on his stint in rehab. I worry that’ll send him over the edge too.
Connor nods. “I personally think it’s a good idea.”
Lo’s shoulders lift at that, taking Connor’s opinion with high regard. And then his eyes meet mine. “What about you?”
He can’t go to rehab. “I want you to come with me,” I say.
He frowns with a glare. It’s his normal fucking look, so I don’t take offense to how hostile he appears. I don’t know why I ever thought this kid had friends in prep school. He’d more likely chew them up and spit them out. “What?” he says with edge.
“To California,” I tell him. “Fuck rehab, I’ll make sure you don’t drink. It’ll be a road trip out west. You and me.”