Page 23 of Unexpected Prejudice

Oh, yes. Our Andrei decided to date the ice prince. What a fucking blast. And by blast, I mean it literally. Last Saturday, when Andrei surprised us all by bringing Miles to our family dinner, Diesel was one minute away from setting the kitchen on fire. After Miles left, he almost set Andrei on fire because of how angry he was. I understood that his anger was the result of his inability to express concern in a regular way, but he still overreacted. All Andrei said was that he wanted to date Miles, which he was allowed to do even if Miles was a bit of a snob.

“Where are you going?” Jessie asked, changing the subject as he examined Jordan’s clothes. He was dressed for a workout, wearing black shorts and a tight tank top that showed off his thick biceps. Why was I even looking at his muscles?

“We have our first game of the season today, so I’m going to do some warm-ups. I should probably go, so…”

“Yeah, we need to get to class ourselves,” I said, forcing my eyes away from his body. What the hell was wrong with me?

“Cool. So, I’ll see you guys tonight?”

Jessie clapped his hands. “Abso-fucking-lutely! And good luck.”

Jordy shook his head and flashed us a toothy, white smile before turning around. We both stood in place, our eyes following him, as he walked down the hall.

Jessie was the first to break the silence. “Can I say something?”

“Yeah?” I didn’t turn to look at him because my eyes were still focused on Jordan’s ass.

“Jordy has a really nice ass.”

“I know, right?” I was surprised by my admission.

“Yep.”

“And nice biceps,” I added as I turned to look at Jessie. The moment our eyes met, we burst into laughter. “C’mon, Kotik, let’s go to class.”

“My ass is cute, too, right?” he joked as we started to walk.

“The cutest.”

Jordan

“They’re all going together?” Shay-Lee asked, stopping in mid-pull-up.

“Yeah,” I said as he continued his workout and did five more reps before I mentioned the biggest piece of information. “They also mentioned that Miles was dating their friend Andrei.”

Despite hearing me, Shay-Lee didn’t stop as he lifted his body up and down, his chest touching the bar with each rep. He did another full set then landed on the floor with a loud thump.

He used his shirt to wipe the sweat from his face as he side-eyed me. “Dating?”

I nodded. “Yeah, that’s what they said.”

“I see.”

Shay-Lee pulled out his phone from his bag on the floor beside us and walked toward the floor-to-ceiling mirror at the far end of the gym.

“What are you going to do about it?” I asked as he lifted his shirt to reveal his perfect six-pack in the mirror and snapped a photo of his reflection.

“Let me think,” he said quietly as he took a few more mouth-watering selfies, flexing his sweaty, pumped body in the mirror. Once satisfied, he let his shirt fall back down, and I watched with sorrow as the fabric covered his golden skin again.

“Come here and tell me what you think,” he said, looking at his phone screen, and sliding through his picture gallery as I stared at them over his shoulder. “So, which one?”

“They all look good.” Good? For fuck’s sake. I planned to save those images in my head for later. “But this one is the best because of the lighting.”

“I agree.” He opened his Insta account, which had over two and a half million followers, and quickly posted the selfie to his story with a #GameDay hashtag. Closing the app, he looked over his shoulder at where the twins were doing some weightlifting with Kamper and Ty.

“Yo, Kingstons,” he shot at them, and they immediately stopped their set and looked at us. “Did you drive to school today?”

“Yeah,” Don answered.