Page 12 of Ruin The Friendship
He quirks his eyebrow. “Since when does spinning in a circle twice make you so dizzy you nearly puke?”
“I don’t know. Maybe I’m getting too old to spin.”
“You’re a figure skating coach. Pretty sure you have to spin a lot. What are you going to do, barf all over the kids?”
The mental image is enough to make me heave.
“Okay, now I know something is up.” Fletcher holds my wrist, his eyes brimming with concern.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I swallow the pooling saliva in my mouth and step away from him.
By some miracle of fate, the fire alarm goes off, saving me from him prying the information out of me.
“My pancakes!” Fletcher gasps, running back into the kitchen, pulling the smoking pan off the burner. He flips the burnt pancake into the sink and runs water over it.
With him distracted, I run to my bathroom to get ready for the day, avoiding any further questions.
7
FRIEND-ZONED
FLETCHER
Something was up with Lydia today, but of course, she left for work before I could get more information out of her. She was acting weird last night, too. Maybe she is getting sick or something. I wish we weren’t about to leave for the next week, or I’d press the subject more. She’s never been one to keep a secret from me. Usually, we tell each other everything; her hiding something sets off alarm bells in my head.
“May I sit?” Trigg asks as I sit in the plane’s window seat.
“Sure thing.” I pat the seat beside me. On a flight like this, Calvin would normally sit next to me, but I’m all about team bonding. I am the captain for a reason.
“Takk,” Trigg says in Norwegian, then shakes his head. “I mean, thanks, Graff.”
He sits, settling in as Calvin reaches us. He gives me a look, but I shrug and smile. Calvin does the same, sitting down in the aisle across from us.
The flight attendants make their rounds. We’ll be taking off soon, so I pull my phone out of my pocketto text Lydia.
Me
About to take off. Are you feeling okay?
She replies instantly.
Lydia
I was fine earlier. Just a dizzy bout, that’s all.
Me
Right.
Lydia
Are you ready for the game tomorrow?
Me
Yep. Feeling good about it.
What I’m not feeling good about is my best friend lying to me.
