From looking into Joey’s eyes, she’s already thinking that she’s messed up. I glance around to see who’s watching us and of course, Bronx is. He knows something’s up and I hate that he’s so intuitive. I want to tell her how I feel, but not right now. Not outside during this game where everyone can hear us. It has to be done in private. I try to smile, to give Joey a sign that everything will be okay, but I’m not sure she understands my feeble attempt. She turns and watches as Bronx and Cole climb into the ring, preparing to battle it out. If we weren’t vying for prizes, or votes, this game would be a blast with friends. I can see why this is so popular. It’s something I’m going to have to do with Rob once I’m out of here. Millie stands next to us, and her and Joey pound on the mat and cheer for Cole. It makes me wonder what Bronx thinks. Sure, he’s a novelty, but that wears off soon. This morning I read too much into a situation because I was angry at how I acted with Joey.
