Chapter 37
CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
DECLAN
Group text with Atlas, Xander, Declan, and Lincoln
Declan:
I’m stopping by when I’m done at the shop.
Lincoln:
Why? You actually pulling a shift?
Declan:
No. Have to drop off a few things Penelope needs for tomorrow’s event.
Lincoln:
You say that like it’s normal. You’re running errands for the librarian now?
Declan:
She needed shit brought over, so I’m doing it.
Xander:
What are you dropping off?
Declan:
None of your fucking business.
Lincoln:
Books? Love letters? Your dignity?
Declan:
Fuck off.
It’s a couple boxes she left by the door. I didn’t want her hauling them over.
Atlas:
Wow
Xander:
Seconded
Lincoln:
I’m honestly shocked he hasn’t tattooed “Property of Penelope” on his ass by this point.
Xander:
We don’t know he hasn’t.
Declan:
I will push every single one of you off a roof.
Lincoln:
You won’t. You crave our love too much.
Declan:
I’m just helping her out. That’s it.
Lincoln:
Uh huh. And were you helping her out when you delivered her favorite hot beverage to the library yesterday?
Xander:
Or lunch last Friday?
Atlas:
Or chased her through the corn maze at the Harvest Festival?
Declan:
Jesus, you assholes keeping a log or what? You’re worse than Mabel and her minions.
Lincoln:
Just saying…
Xander:
If anyone else did all that, we’d call it what it is.
Declan:
Which is what?
Lincoln:
You’re down BAD for the hot librarian.
Declan:
Call her hot to my face. I fucking dare you.
Lincoln:
Yeah, you’re right. Definitely nothing going on there.
Declan:
It’s almost like you want to be punched in the face.
Xander:
That escalated quickly.
Atlas:
You good, Dec?
Declan:
Fine.
Lincoln:
He’s absolutely not fine. He’s in love and pretending he’s not. He’s completely fucked.
Declan:
I’m going to enjoy killing you when I get there.
Lincoln:
See you in a few, lover boy.