...the initial wave of nausea passed. Steve was not going to throw up - not now, at least.
"Let's finish the round," he gritted.
The rest of their round went quickly - Stoner didn't even spend time lining up his shots. They played through a group of eleven year-olds without asking - the kids didn't even protest, as they had caught the heat baking off Steve without trying. At the eighteenth hole - the chance to win a free game - Stoner took Steve aside.
"What are you going to do?"
"I don't know," Steve answered. "I feel like I need to go talk with her. I mean, she's allowed to talk with other guys, right? We're not together, and even if we were, it's her life, but...I think I'm most upset because...did she lie to me about prom?"
"Okay. Let's go over."
They returned their clubs to Stoner's girlfriend at the counter and headed over to pretend to be surprised by Jen and her date.
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