“Did he just tell us we can’t break up?” I ask.

“I think so,” Fletch answers.

“Well, I guess you’re stuck with us for the season, little bit.”

“Is he always so imposing?” she asks, taking my hoody out of the cart and putting it on like she’s cold. It’s adorably huge on her, but I like seeing her in my gear.

“Yep,” Fletch says. “He’s right about Aylie. She’s still in high school, but she goes to a lot of parties on campus. You know it’s out now, right?”

Penelope shrugs. “I know you guys are worried about me, but really, I’m sleeping with two totally hot jocks who love me. I don’t think I’m going to deal with more than jealousy.”

“We are really doing this?” I ask, still astounded even after the last six months that it’s working so well. That they both still love me. That I am actually good at being in love.

“You heard the man,” Fletch says and slaps my ass. “We’re together now whether we want to be or not. Your ass is mine through the season.”

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Three months later

OF COURSE, IT’S NOT always easy.

We took a bit of shunning from some of the guys on the team. Penelope doesn’t talk about it, but I know she hates going to parties now because when we walk in, it’s like a record scratches and the topic of conversation becomes our sex life.

There are people who I thought would be cool and weren’t, and people who I thought would be douche canoes who didn’t give two shits about us. We didn’t make the playoffs, but I don’t really think anyone thought we would.

I’m doing the summer semester of school, so I don’t have to go home. Fletch comes home to me on the weekends when he’s off from his summer job in his dad’s office, and Penelope comes home on her two days off from the Pizza Hut where she works. They don’t always overlap, so it’s been a few weeks since the three of us have been together.

I’d like to say that I’m totally cool with everything but being alone so much and not being with both of them together in so long is starting to make me doubt more than I should. I’m supposed to be strong, right? Why am I acting like such a pansy-ass?

I get a text from Pen: Do you ever go outside?

What?

I hear a tap on the kitchen window. Then another. It sounds like someone is throwing rocks at the glass. I open the back door to yell at some kids and find the loves of my life sitting on a blanket in the backyard. Fletch lets go of the pebbles he’s been tossing to get my attention.