My face probably changed too mainly because Vance just offered to take Roam under his wing. I was finding it hard not to turn to him and kiss every inch of his beautiful face.
“You’re still together?” Roam asked.
“Yeah,” Vance answered.
“Hey! Cool!” Sniff exclaimed.
“You didn’t dump her?” Roam went on.
Vance didn’t bother responding.
Roam looked at me. “Why didn’t you f**kin’ say anything?” he asked or more like accused and I knew he felt like a fool.
“Sorry, Roam. I didn’t know I needed to inform you of the intricacies of my love life. I’ll add your name to my girlfriend list and invite you to the next powwow,” I said it full of attitude, hopefully loving attitude, and went on. “And for f**k’s sake, stop saying f**k!”
The confusion faded from Roam’s eyes, leaving only the hope.
He turned them to Vance. “I’ll learn control,” he promised.
“I f**kin’ hope so,” Vance responded.
“It won’t happen again.”
Vance nodded.
The crackling, white-hot vibes disintegrated.
Crisis averted.
Thank God.
“Go make an appointment with the tutor,” I ordered.
“This mean I’ll get to be a pall bearer?” Sniff put in.
I looked to the heavens.
Jeez.
“Ring bearer, stupid. How many times do I hafta –” Roam started.
“Tutor! Now!” I snapped in my word-is-law voice.
Sniff grinned at me.
Roam didn’t but his eyes were shining. “Later?” he said to Vance.
Vance nodded again.
They took off.
I turned to Vance.
He didn’t look ready to commit murder anymore. He was staring at the front door of King’s where Roam and Sniff had disappeared and he looked like he was thinking about something.
“You okay?” I asked.
His eyes came to me. “That boy’d lay his life down for you.”