Chapter 17
I don’t know what to do.
It was true. Every bit of it was true, and Tab lay flat on his back on his bed, staring at the ceiling and wishing—not for the first time—that the choice could be made for him. That one of his gods would come out of the woodwork and choose for him, or upset things enough that the choice was taken away. Make Nick move to Australia. Turn Demi into a prick. Something.
The crush on Nick was getting too big to handle, too serious, especially since they’d actually started talking and getting a drink together and it wasn’t just Tab staring over the desk anymore. And he couldn’t possibly go out with Demi whilst crushing on Nick so badly because how was that fair? It wasn’t. It just wasn’t, Demi—anyone—deserved their boyfriend to actually like them and just th
