“So?” Hype demanded. She balled up a pair of socks and bounced them off Gabe’s head, then raised her arms in the air. “Two points! The crowd goes wild!”
Gabe rolled his eyes, stooping to pick the socks off the floor. “So, it might just be one-sided.”
Hype looked at him like he’d lost his mind. “Dude—you’re doing his laundry.”
“Right. And that’s a sign of his undying devotion,” Gabe said dryly.
“Is that his shirt, too?” Hype pointed at a dusky blue-gray V-neck that Gabe would never have picked off a shelf in a million years. “His stuff is way cooler than yours.”
“What the hell is this thing?” Gabe demanded, ignoring what Hype had just said. He turned toward her and held up what could have been underwear before some designer got a hold of it. “This is ridiculous. How much did you pay fo
