“Don’t call me that,” Aubrey mumbled hotly, even though he’d definitely been joking. There were plenty of things Aubrey hated; or wanted to hate.
Things like pet names, compliments, and any form of PDA.
In all honestly she loved them. Or she would love them.
Little hopeless romantic who was deathly afraid of love. A puzzling pair. The girl would love to bask in compliments, if they were true. Cuddling? Hell yeah. Pet names and forehead kisses? Please.
But obviously she couldn’t admit that, because she was Aubrey! The single friend! She’d always been that, at least when she had friends, which was once before. But even now! Abyss was pining after Oma, Pisces and Violet were practically dating already, and there she was! Happy!
Well- maybe.
Needless to say, certain things- blushy, flustering things- weren’t her strong suit.
So that caught her off guard, even as a taunt, and she curled her knees close to her chest.
She was suddenly very glad that she was the mindreader and nobody else. They could totally use these to catch her off guard and make her lose the tournament, which was oddly important to the short girl.
She’d finished in second, with a glare to Abyss, but it was only the first race. Three more to go.