The sound of one of Matty's favorite local bands pumps through his bathroom while he holds a thin curling iron to SJ's hair. SJ is buried in her phone, bouncing between texting Travis and Harrison. Travis is making sure SJ knows he won't be home and the door's locked as usual and Harrison is triple checking the address and time, making sure she really wants to go tonight. Mikey is seated in the bedroom that connects to the bathroom, his position allowing him to see his friends while he's laid on the bed.

"You comfortable in there?" SJ quips, looking up from her phone once Matty moves the curling iron away from her head.

"Better than the fumes Matty is letting out in there." Mikey groans as he hears Matty start spraying some of SJ's hair with hairspray.

"Better than the fumes you bring home with you." Matty snaps. "You always smell like a rusty car garage."

SJ snorts at the so-called insult. "Rust car garage?"

"I have a hot curling iron very close to your ear." Matty warns as he goes in for the final strand of hair.

"I was just saying." SJ laughs, trying not to move too much. "How much longer anyway?"

"Why? Nervous?" Matty quips.

"Nervous you're gonna ruin two people's lives?" Mikey chimes in.

SJ's shoulders drop and her expression falls. "You guys are mean."

They've both been at it all night. SJ sat them both down the night before and explained everything. She told that while she understands it's wrong, she can't figure out another way. Matty suggested just having a sparring match at the gym with Tom, see how he is and that's not such a bad idea. But, as it is SJ, she turned it down. The boys kept at it though, telling her to just not fuck with people's feelings. It's not the right thing to do and SJ is very well aware of that. After an hour, Mikey had given up and that's when Matty really started in.

Mikey has known SJ longer but Matty tends to get to be more reasonable. Matty understands a different part of SJ that Mikey doesn't, it's part of why they're friends. Matty's entire point the night prior was that if she really did find any interest in Tom, she wouldn't use his best friend regardless of the consequences with boxing.

Tom's dangerous, gasoline to a lit match. But, he's only dangerous because of the boxing. That's it. That's the only reason. She's interested, very interested and she's never interested in anyone. She likes to remain a one-night stand. It's easy and safe and she finds comfort in it. Real interest, that's scary. But, she doesn't know him and bottom line is that she's not sure if she can give up her freedom or her life for someone she simply might end up truly liking. Someone she doesn't know. Rock and a hard place.

Matty glances to Mikey before rolling his eyes and moving onto a new section of hair. "Sure we are."

SJ sighs. "You guys are never letting this go if I follow through, huh?"

"Nope." Mikey says immediately.

"Matty?" SJ asks.

Matty removes the iron from her hair and moves in front of her, leaning against the counter to face her. "Look what happened to you." Matty's voice is soft but almost pleading. "You're still fucked up from that and it's been what? Seven years? I'm just saying, you're setting them both up for a life of that but worse. And before you go off," Matty changes his tone, pushing away from the counter. "You can figure something else out but dating them with ill intentions, that's not the solution."

"So you think I should go with Mikey's idea?" SJ asks as Matty starts pinning some of her hair back.

"Yep." Matty says. "You like him, he likes you. Why not....just do it?" Matty looks in the mirror to make eye contact with SJ. "Why not just go for it and then he'll trust you, you'll trust him? If you can team up with him rather than this, SJ, it might work this time and," Matty goes back to working on her hair. "You can stop always lookin' over your shoulder."

"How about I think about it then?" SJ offers. "I can't cancel right now anyway but I'll think about it over dinner." SJ shrugs, looking at Matty with pleading eyes. "I promise, no bullshit.

"Okay." Matty says.

"Yeah, alright." Mikey agrees as he walks into the bathroom. Matty starts spraying SJ's hair with hairspray. "Really?"

"You came in here." Matty states. "We're done with her hair anyway."

"Finally." SJ groans.

"Well, I was trying to hide the blue. You have a blue dress you could have worn so your hair would match." Matty crosses his arms over his chest.

"Oh, shame." SJ says sarcastically. "I don't think he'll care if my hair matches my dress."

"How do you know?" Matty counters, hands going to his hips.

"Mikey," SJ stands up and straightens the red dress with a flowing skirt that cuts just above the knee. "What'd'ya think?"

Mikey nods and he can't help but smile. "Wow."

"He doesn't care." SJ laughs, turning back to Matty. "Now, I have to do my makeup." SJ takes her seat back and Matty takes a seat on the counter, ready to hand her whatever she asks for.

While SJ finishes getting ready, Tom and Harrison are back at their apartment, Harrison getting dressed and checking the GPS on his phone a hundred times. Tom is in the living room, beer in hand and sweats clinging to his body.

Tension has been thick with them since yesterday. Tom is very obviously jealous that Harrison has a date with SJ without even trying. Tom doesn't even get to try thanks to Arthur but Arthur doesn't seem to have an issue with Harrison dating her. And, all yesterday, it just pissed him off but now as Harrison strolls into the living room, Tom thinks of something.  

"Good?" Harrison asks as he walks stands to the side of Tom.

"Good." Tom nods once, looking back to the TV.

Harrison says as the weight of guilty pulls his heart to stomach. "Are you?"

Tom nods. "Yep."

Harrison weighs the idea of just calling it off. He could say that he's sick. At this point, he'd be willing to just go to the ER, fake some weird stomach ache just so Arthur would believe him but, then that'd just buy him enough time to reschedule not cancel fully. And he could tell Tom but Tom can be a wild card and he might change around Arthur if he knows right now. Harrison has to wait for the right time to tell Tom it's a setup. But, then, he could always tell SJ. If he tells SJ Arthur is making him do it, maybe he won't have to worry about her getting invested. It sucks for her, too and he doesn't even know at this point because he doesn't even think he can trust her. The only thing Harrison knows for certain is that he wants to go home which is pretty ironic considering he is home.

"Are you gonna tell me what happened the other night then?" Harrison asks, a last ditch effort to get something out of Tom.

"Nope." Tom answers plainly and he's fighting a battle in his head to ask a question he's dying to know the answer to but if he asks, Harrison will want an explanation and Tom can't give him one.

Harrison shakes his head, internally punching himself. "You said you were okay with it."

"I am." Tom mutters. "Give me a minute, alright?" Tom ditches the beer on the end table before getting up and going to the kitchen. "You're really into her, ya?" Tom asks, finding this to be the best way to ask the question he wants. It's not completely direct but at least Harrison won't start asking questions.

Harrison looks down and back to Tom, hating that he has to lie to him. Hating that he has to lie and subsequently hurt his best friend and SJ, two people who don't deserve the manipulation. "Yeah, yeah I am." Harrison lies.

"Awesome." Tom mumbles, an unsuccessful way of hiding his disappointment.

Tom bites the inside of his cheek, his heart aching from the so-called truth. Tom wants it so bad to be Arthur's doing. Arthur seemed pleased that Harrison asked SJ out and Tom, after thinking about it, was just hoping that Arthur had something to do with it. Harrison wouldn't do this, not over a girl but maybe he would now. It's a mess and Tom's jealous and a little heartbroken.

"Yeah, I'll be back later." Harrison mumbles, heading for the door.

"Haz," Tom gets his attention but he doesn't say anything, there's just this look Harrison hasn't seen before. Tom looks almost desperate and like he wants to ask Harrison to just call it off. But, Harrison knows he won't. Harrison gave him that whole thing about her liking him and for once, to let him get the girl. It's all bullshit but Tom doesn't know that and that just makes it worse.

"Why do you like her?" Harrison asks, his eyes slightly narrowed.

Tom shrugs. "Dunno, just do."

Harrison sighs and Arthur never said how long Harrison has to keep this up. "Feel her out, talk you up a bit and if she seems even a little interested, that's it."

"Thanks." Tom says quietly.

"Yeah." Harrison nods before opening the door and leaving Tom to himself.

Tom really can't pinpoint why he wants anything to do with SJ. He just does which only adds to his guilt of making Harrison feel guilty for asking her on a date. She doesn't give him the time of day which makes the chase fun but she's not actually a bitch to him. Instead of glaring or telling him off, she just smirks and plays into the game. Tom was so positive that he had a chance and it just doesn't make any sense and that's what got him feeling so jealous, not that Harrison is going on a date. He just thought he had a chance.

Harrison allows the GPS to guide him to Matty and Mikey's house on another side of the city. Harrison follows the GPS to a point but he's never been to this area of Chicago before and as he gets deeper into it, the more the houses don't look like the ones he sees on the daily basis. The houses all look old and mostly unkempt. Windows aren't boarded up or anything to that extreme, it just seems to be not what he's used to but how could Harrison possibly be surprised? People don't end up underground boxing for fun, not here.

Harrison pulls up to the curb and sucks in a deep breath before exiting the car. As he starts to walk up to the gate, the tan door opens and SJ appears with Matty and Mikey behind her. Harrison's brows raise as he swallows. She cleans up very, very well and now he regrets coming even more.

SJ eyes Harrison and to no surprise to her, he's dressed perfectly. But, what really catches her is what he's wearing. Plain black shirt, black jeans, matching black shoes, and a red leather jacket. Somehow, the two of them managed to color coordinate.

"We match." SJ chuckles as she walks down the stairs, black heeled boots clicking against the steps.

"Yeah," Harrison's cheeks starting a pretty shade of pink. "We do."

SJ puts her hands in the pockets of her black leather jacket. "Well, are you ready?" SJ asks, a sweet smile on her lips.

"Yeah, absolutely." Harrison nods a few times before stepping to the side and gesturing his hand for her to walk first.

SJ gets a good look at the black car and her first reaction is to turn around and make a comment but she refrains. She isn't completely sure what she's doing with Harrison yet and she doesn't actually want to come off like she's judging him for something he doesn't have control over. But, then it hits her that it's probably not even his car.

Harrison opens the door for her and allows her in, her nodding to Mikey and Matty before she gets in. Harrison shuts the door and makes his way to the opposite side.

"A Bentley?" SJ quirks a brow, buckling her seatbelt. "Not your car, is it?"

Harrison gains an embarrassed smile. "No, it's not." He chuckles softly as he buckles his seatbelt. "Boss's car." The smile falters and SJ just gets confused all over again.

"He...loaned you his car so you could take me on a date?" SJ inquires.

Harrison nods a few times but his demeanor has seemed to completely change. He went from a normal pre-date nervous to suddenly very uncomfortable. If people borrow a car from their boss and it's no big deal, they don't get uncomfortable. SJ knows the car is Arthur's but Harrison doesn't know she knows. So, SJ wants to play it off. If Tom had told Harrison that SJ knows Arthur, Harrison wouldn't just brush it as his boss. Something's off and SJ's regretting her decisions now.

"Yeah, he's...cool." Harrison says as he puts the car in drive but the words are forced.

SJ drops it and tries a different angle. "Where're we goin'?"

"Oh," Harrison says, not remembering the name of the restaurant. "Here." He points to the GPS and SJ smiles, trying to hold back a laugh as she's piecing it together.

"Your boss suggest it?"

Harrison's cheeks immediately flare red. "Yeah." Harrison says.

A lightbulb seems to go off above her head. "Turn left."

"What?" Harrison glances to her.

"Turn left." SJ says again.

Harrison hesitates but he reaches the stop sign, he turns, going against the GPS. SJ directs him two streets down, four houses down from the corner. Harrison pulls over and SJ unbuckles her seatbelt. He watches her carefully as his heart starts to race. They have to go to the restaurant. Harrison is sure Arthur will have someone keeping on eye on him to make sure he goes with her but SJ just resituates and pulls her phone out from her pocket.

"Smile." SJ says, leaning over the center console to take a selfie. Harrison smiles as SJ takes the picture. "Okay, c'mon." She grins, moving for the door.

"Wait." Harrison reaches over and pulls at her arm gently. "What 'bout dinner? Where are we?" Harrison rambles.

"We're at my house." SJ says nonchalantly. "And we'll go to dinner after." SJ bites her lip as she goes for the door again, this time successfully getting it open and exiting before Harrison could stop her.

Harrison sits for a second, questioning what he's going to do. After. She said after and to Harrison, she could only mean one thing but why? By the look of her makeup and hair, she's put in a lot of effort and why would she just...ruin it? And Harrison isn't willing to sleep with her. But that's exactly what she's thinking, right? If he tells her no, she might get offended or pissed off and just cancel everything and then Harrison is fucked. But, if he agrees, and Tom finds out, he's fucked. Harrison is in a hell of a situation and he has no idea how to get out of it.

Harrison gets out of the car, locking it as he walks up to her. SJ smiles at him, reaching out for his hand. He takes it. Her skin is rough and his thumb brushes over her knuckles. He'd never paid attention before because why would he? But, her knuckles feel like they have cuts and scabs over the top of them, like they've been beaten to hell. The palm of her hand is calloused and Harrison has to wonder exactly how much time she really spends in a ring.

SJ leads him up the walkway while Harrison tries to think of an excuse to just go to dinner without upsetting her. He doesn't want to upset her anyway, making her think she's not good enough or anything like that. But, his mind comes up blank and before he even knows it, SJ is releasing his hand and grabbing her key to unlock the door.

"So, you live here?" Harrison shoves his hands into the pockets of his jacket, looking around her front stoop.

"Um," SJ looks to him and shrugs. "Yeah?" She says softly as she jiggles the doorknob, finally getting it unlocked. "Sometimes it sticks." She explains.

"Gotcha." Harrison says, his voice a little timid.

SJ gives him a confident smile before entering her home, knowing Travis was staying at Charlotte's house for the night. Harrison follows her inside but before he could get a good look at the home, SJ was shutting the door and pulling Harrison to her. She pins him against the door and her lips connect with his. Harrison groans against her, eyes shooting wide open and he should pull away. He should pull away for Tom, but he doesn't. Harrison's hands go to SJ's hips and his eyes flutter closed while his mouth starts to move in sync with hers.

SJ is used to having one night stands. She doesn't usually do relationships. She goes out to bars when Travis won't be home and Mikey and Matty are free and she brings someone home. It's fun and it's always easy. No strings attached but this is so much different. There are stakes here and instead of just the wanting to get off, SJ just feels the guilt building her stomach and wanting to boil over. She didn't really expect Harrison to kiss her back.

SJ pulls away just enough to whisper against Harrison's lips. "I have a proposition."

Harrison's eyes open, as he looks down to her, curious about what she was thinking and what made her stop. "Go on."

SJ goes in to kiss him again, Harrison not missing a single beat. "You could sleep with me." SJ mumbles between kisses.

Harrison pulls away a little, jaw falling open and SJ can see him visibly gulp. "Sleep with you? As in-"

"Fuck me, yeah. You heard right." SJ giggles, licking her lips.

"And you're serious?" Harrison asks, the look of pure shock is etched across his face.

"Dead serious." SJ leans in closer as she whispers in Harrison's ear, her hands trail to the hem of his shirt, thumbs brushing under it and rubbing the smooth skin. She kisses his cheek and moves down his jaw. "What'd'ya say, Osterfield?" SJ asks in a low voice, nipping at Harrison's neck causing him to involuntarily pull at her hips, bringing her flush against him.

Harrison's chest heaves and it's now or never. SJ kisses his neck but she's careful not to even go near leaving a mark and her hands stay where they are, not moving up or down, not going to remove his jacket or shirt. She's asking for permission and Harrison's mind goes to Tom because he should be here, not him.

"I'm sorry." Harrison whispers, squeezing SJ's hips and softly pulling her away from him. But, when he gets a look at her face, she's giving him a gentle smile and his brows knit together.

"Arthur set this up, huh?" SJ asks.

Harrison's eyes bulge just like Tom's did. "H-how did you...what?"

SJ laughs. "C'mon, can I get you somethin' to drink? We've got pop, coffee, beer?" SJ moves away from Harrison and goes to the kitchen.

Harrison stands against the door in shock, brows furrowed as he watches her. His eyes go to the floor and then to the side, trying to figure out what just happened. Was that some type of weird test? And how the hell does she even know about Arthur? And that he would set it all up? Why isn't she mad?

"Dude," SJ calls. "You coming?"

Harrison snaps out of his thoughts, directing his stare right at SJ before pushing off the door. "What just happened?" Harrison asks as he makes the few feet walk to the kitchen.

"Tom didn't tell you?" SJ asks as she grabs herself a pop, leaving the fridge open for her to gesture to it.

"Water, please." Harrison says. "Tell me what?" He takes a seat at the table while SJ kicks the fridge closed and grabs him a bottled water from the floor.

"The other night, Arthur came looking for him and saw us talking. I said his name. Did you not know?" SJ takes her seat across from Harrison and passes him the water.

"No?" Harrison shakes his head, opening the bottle. "Why wouldn't he tell me?"

SJ shrugs, cracking open the pop. "Had to guess, Arthur's doing. Guy's pretty fucked up."

"Can you explain what's going on?" Harrison lets out a frustrated sigh.

Tom didn't tell him SJ and Arthur know each other. Tom said it was just another boxer the other night which is true but that's different. Something happened before Harrison showed up and Tom isn't speaking. SJ was there but how much could she really know? She agreed to this date and she asked him to have sex with her but it seems it was a test. Nothing is making sense and Harrison just feels like his head is going to explode.  

SJ takes a drink and shakes her head. "You first."

Harrison stares at her, more uncertainty filling his veins. "When we're done here, we still go to dinner."

SJ reaches across the table, opening her hand to shake his. Harrison takes her hand and shakes it. "Deal."

"Arthur wanted me to date you to get inside of your head and to piss off Tom enough that he'd win without question. You were flirting with me so he took advantage of it. Threatened me and he freaks me out so, had to." Harrison admits without any hesitation as if it were eating at him over the past day.

"That's what I thought." SJ says, the comment leaking with hints of agitation but not towards Harrison.

"You knew?"Harrison asks.

"When I saw the car, I did." SJ explains. "If Tom's in debt to Arthur, that means you're not gonna have money either, not enough money to afford a fucking Bentley. And then you admitted to Arthur loaning it to you. You just confirmed it when you didn't know the name of the restaurant."

Harrison hangs his head, guilty smile coming to his lips. "I'm not good at this."

"Good." SJ's eyes leak sincerity. "You don't want to be."

Harrison watches her shift in her seat as if more's eating at her. "Your turn."

"I have to win and I'll do anything for it, as you are. I was gonna date you to get into Tom's head so I could win." SJ admits and there's guilt in every single word and every move of her eyes as she avoids Harrison's stare.

"I won't tell him." Harrison says softly.

SJ's eyes snap to his. "Why not?"

Harrison takes a drink. "What he doesn't know can't hurt him." Harrison says. "But don't try with him, not if you're pulling this shit."

SJ nods once and silence fills the air. There's a bigger picture and the two of them are in it together. SJ might have Ian to worry about but at the end of the day, her and Harrison have Arthur. Arthur is the big guy that controls everything and everyone. He can convince Harrison to betray his best friend. If SJ pulls what she did last time, she's screwed. He can't physically touch her like he can with Harrison and Tom and he can't do with her what he does to his losing boxers, but he sure as hell can make sure she pays for everything. Arthur has a lot of enemies but he has the power to have them and dispose of them. SJ's decision was never right or wrong. There was never a decision. She needs to try again, work with Harrison and eventually Tom.

SJ pulls out her phone and goes to Instagram, posting the picture of her and Harrison. "How'd you get involved with Arthur?" She asks.

"Why?" Harrison asks. "Who are you callin'?"

"Not calling." SJ passes him the phone. "Covering your ass for the moment. This will buy you time."

"You were planning this? In the car?" Harrison smiles as he sees the post, public for people to see.

SJ nods a few times before she lets out a sigh. "Do you have any idea what you guys got yourselves into?"

 Truthfully, Harrison and Tom have no idea. All Arthur tells them is that if Tom wins, they're off the hook. If Tom loses, Arthur owns them but that could mean anything. Harrison has always had a bad feeling and deep down Tom has too but he hasn't been willing to admit it. It seems SJ might be the key to unlocking exactly what they got themselves into.  

Harrison's brows furrow as he pushes her phone back to her. "Um, just Tom has to win and we do what he says."

SJ bites the inside of her cheek, debating on telling him. If she tells him what she knows, he could go right to Arthur and tell him. If Arthur finds out SJ is running her mouth, she's done for. When she says Arthur can't touch her, it's because she's too smart to go running her mouth but now she's given the opportunity to really do something about him. Harrison and Tom are her openings. They're strangers but they don't deserve what Arthur has planned. But, trust isn't easily given, especially coming from SJ.

"I...I need to tell you something." SJ starts, shame filling her voice. "But....I need to do something and you have to do something because if I tell you, you can rat me out."

"What do you want?" Harrison asks.

"First, you can't tell Tom."

Harrison immediately groans and hangs his head. "Of course not."

SJ sighs. "That's it. I'm gonna fuckin' trust you against my better judgment."

"Why?" Harrison's eyes are narrowed in suspicion.

"Something about Tom makes me like him and if you tell him I said that, I'll knock your teeth in. But, also because you guys have no idea what you got yourselves into and I've seen you with Arthur. You already fucking hate him, Tom is terrified."

"Yeah, noticed that." Harrison's eyes go distant for a second. "I won't say anything." Harrison promises. "To anyone." Harrison needs to know what's going on so SJ has his word.

"Okay, here's the thing, Arthur only has like two boxers that have stuck around but...." Sj pauses. "They pop in and out and it's....sketchy. I dunno, it's weird as fuck, man." SJ says. "He had this one though and long story short, I did some stuff and found out some stuff and, um, I don't know for sure because I got caught before I had anything solid but....I think....I think he sells his boxers. The ones that lose."

"What do you mean he sells his boxers?" Harrison asks, his voice is low and on edge.

SJ shrugs. "There was an investigation after I got caught because well, I opened my mouth, lesson not learned as you can see. I don't really know exactly what. Seems like he just....sells them? Maybe to other people in the county through the underground leagues."

Harrison's heart stops dead in his chest. "What?" His voice cracks.

SJ nods. "Yeah, the investigation didn't go on long and it just...went away." SJ scoffs. "Like...just vanished. If you look into it, there's no information. Nothing. No public files on it. It's like it never fucking happened when it did." SJ pauses, Harrison looking like he's about to throw up. "But here's the thing, I don't really know if that's what going on. I think it's a little far-fetched if I'm being honest but he does do something with these guys." SJ explains further telling the full truth.

"How do I know you're not fuckin' with me? To get in my head?" Harrison asks and rightfully so.

"You can help me prove it." SJ says. "We be friends and if I can get in with you, I get into Arthur's shit again."

"That's a big theory." Harrison states but there's no doubt in his tone.

"I know." SJ says, simply. "I know but I'm telling you, something isn't right and I think I am. Look, if I didn't believe I was, I would have had you and/or Tom in bed right now."

Harrison gives her a displeased look. "Really?"

"Yep." SJ gives him a cocky grin, a terrible attempt at lightening the mood. "I wanted to just get into Tom's head originally but I feel like a shitty person for all this and Mikey mentioned trying again and he's right. If I didn't think you guys were totally fucked, I wouldn't care. I would do whatever to win but getting sold for anything, that shit is..." SJ winces. "I can't set Tom up to lose like that."

"You're really serious?"

"Unfortunately."

Harrison doesn't say anything for a few beats. There's an overwhelming feeling of panic and dread wanting to consume him. He knew there was something wrong with Arthur and he knew something was up with Tom. Tom hasn't been his usual self since Arthur brought up the boxing. SJ's right, there's more to this and it goes deeper than what Harrison and Tom think. If they want out, they need her.

"Tom likes to gamble. It's how he got into this. He lost over twenty grand from Arthur. He got desperate-"

"Desperate people do desperate things." SJ interrupts, her words showing she understands.

Harrison nods. "Yeah, he made a deal with Arthur."

SJ huffs. "And you're guilty by association."

"Yep." Harrison says, going for another drink of water.

"Why'd you tell me?" SJ asks.

"Now you have something on us." Harrison shrugs, but the corner of his mouth is pulled into a smile. "What's your plan?"

"I don't have one." SJ laughs, leaning back in her chair. "Not yet, I've had all of not long to think here. For now, we go to dinner, we tell Tom, Mikey, and Matty nothing. We just...go on. We had dinner, it was nice. That's it. We don't fake date or any of that. If you find something out, lemme know and vise versa. I'll keep you in the loop but we just go on like this conversation never happened."

"We're friends." Harrison shrugs a single shoulder.

"Exactly. We can flirt a little but not over the top."

"Tom has to keep winning." Harrison states.

"If he looks like he's going to lose-"

"I'm telling him."

"Good." SJ agrees. "Now, come here." SJ stands up, straightengn her dress. Harrison follows her lead as they walk up to each other. SJ runs her hands through his hair, messying it up a little bit before doing the same to her hair, removing a few pins. "Sex hair."

Harrison chuckles. "Really?"

"Safe than sorry."

"Hey," Harrison starts as SJ leans against the table. "Tom really is into you."

SJ gives Harrison a gentle smile. "I know." She whispers. "He didn't say a word to me yesterday but I saw him staring me down and he gives me that look. I know."

Harrison laughs a little, running a hand through his hair. "Told him I'd bring it up."

SJ's head goes back as she lets out a laugh. "Why?"

Harrison rolls his shoulders. "Think you're into him, too."

"Everything thinks they know shit." SJ remarks, pushing away from the table. "Guess, you'll never know since you said to stay away."

Harrison shakes his head. "Can't control him," Harrison wiggles his brows. "We're friends after all."

"You need to spit out whatever you're hinting at."

"'M just saying, if we all make it out of this alive and not....ya know, maybe you should ignore what I say."

SJ rolls her eyes as she tries to bite back her smile but to no avail. "We have to go to dinner, Harrison."

"This might be a disaster." Harrison warns, but there's a plotting smile on his lips.

"Guess we'll have to make it work then." SJ smirks, leading the way out of the house and sealing their fate.