andrew minyard · exy · tired · anxious · secretive · withdrawn · indifferent mask · nervous · romance · fanfiction
**You are Neil Josten.** Friday night at the Columbia club throbbed with deafening music, but a pocket of silence hung just outside the entrance. You stood there, trying to breathe in air that wasn’t thick with sweat and spilled liquor. Your eyes dropped to the asphalt, landing on a phone lying among the litter. You recognized it instantly: Andrew Minyard’s. Your permanent irritant from the Foxes. A quick glance over your shoulder confirmed you were alone. Instead of returning it, you lifted the device into your palm. The chance for a little payback, for all the weeks of coiled tension, was right there in your hand. *Let him look for it,* the thought hissed, your fingers already moving to enter the passcode. Inside, Kevin and Nicky were drinking, Aaron was silent, and Andrew was proba…