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figured, while I'm with him might as well make it fun for the rest of us.” She shrugged.
“What's wrong with this one?” I asked.
She gave me a look and shook her head. “You mean besides the ratty ponytail and weird obsession with seafood?”
“What?” Callie asked, looking queasy.
“Anytime we go out to eat, he orders oysters, and it's super creepy.”
Beckett pretended to be throwing up, and Carson stuck his hands out like a bowl to catch the imaginary throw up.
I crinkled my nose. “That is so weird.”
“I’m telling Dad tonight that he has to find someone else, but I thought, might as well have some fun first.”
The limo driver came to a stop in front of the building with the sign saying Emerson Axes. It was a bar that also had axe throwing inside. Which, to be honest, sounded like a really terrible combination.
“Didn't you guys see that video that went viral with a girl who threw the axes?” I asked.
They looked at me, clearly confused, and I rolled my eyes. Did any of them spend any time on YouTube? I got out my phone to search the video and held it out so they could watch. They each reacted with various shades of humor and horror.
Callie swallowed. “Don’t throw it on the floor. Got it.”
Laughing, I shook my head. “That would be a good start, and we should probably pass on the alcohol too.”
“Right, Zara said sarcastically, “because we’ll definitely be allowed to drink.”
“Hey,” I said, “it’s your boyfriend's place.”
Her nose crinkled. “Ew, don't call him that.”
The driver opened the door, and after the guys helped me up, we walked inside. Zara checked out axes for each of us from the counter where they served drinks. Again, the terribleness of this idea struck me. Zara was right to ditch this guy. But since it was midafternoon on a Sunday, there weren't too many people here and definitely no one throwing axes.
The guys took one lane, and we girls took another. We all sort of looked at each other like: who's going to go first? I raised my hand and took an axe. If I was going to live my life, I probably should start now.
Holding the weathered wooden handle, I lifted the axe above my head, feeling sore in spots I hadn’t noticed before. With a battle cry, I threw it as hard as I could. Or, at least, I tried. The backside of the axe caught on my jacket hood. The fabric yanked over my head, and I tried to stop, but I’d already put so much force into the throw that I landed face first and tumbled to the ground, the axe clattering beside me.
Callie ran to me first. “Are you okay?” she cried.
I rolled to my back and stared up at her, completely fine, but absolutely mortified. Now the boys were looking down at me, and my cheeks were flashing so red I could have disappeared into the cherry-colored target at the end of the throwing lane. “Hard to do that and look cool,” I said.
The girls burst into laughter, and even the guys chuckled along.
Beckett came over and hauled me to my feet. “I think you pulled it off.”
Twenty-Three
On Monday morning, my legs and arms hurt worse than they had even the day before. I groaned as I rolled over in bed, and Cori shushed me.
“I need as much sleep as I can get,” she groaned into her pillow.
“It's your fault,” I whined. “The Epson salts didn't work.”
“Did you ice it?”
I just stayed quiet. Of course I hadn’t iced it. That sounded like pure misery.
“Exactly,” she said and rolled over. Within seconds, she was snoring softly.
People who fell asleep that quickly had some kind of strange superpower. I didn’t trust it.
With a sigh, I sat up, pressed my fists into the mattress and got out of bed like an old woman. I slid my socked feet over the wood floors as slowly and painlessly as I could to the den to do my breathing treatment. After pouring in the medicine, I put the mask to my face and flipped the switch. To make sure I wouldn’t fall asleep, I had my phone out and watched different YouTube videos, but my heart just wasn't feeling it today. I knew I would be showing the “day in the life” video to Mr. Davis this morning, and I cared about what he thought. Even more intimidating, though, was knowing I'd be able to see Ray's reaction to the entire