CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE

TONY

“What’re you guys doing for thanksgiving?” I’m wedged between Vanya and Caleb in a hammock on The Green, but I might as well be alone. Nobody answers. Vanya’s busy watching tornadoes destroy people’s homes on TikTok like it's relaxing. Caleb's tapping away at his phone, face lit up from the screen. Probably texting Rome. He’s always texting someone these days.

I check my own phone. No messages. Lukas hasn’t texted since this morning. I know he’s busy with practice, meetings, the gym, whatever it takes to become team captain. But I still check. Every few minutes, like an idiot with zero self respect.

I’m beginning to hate hockey. I used to have all of Luke’s attention but now, I feel like background noise and I don’t know what to do with myself.

Then there’s Vanya acting like a child who just got a new toy. Caleb in this case being the new toy. Going everywhere with him like he’s a service dog. It’s always been Vanya, Luke and me. I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel abo