The sunlight streamed through the sheer curtains of the bedroom, casting soft golden streaks across the rumpled gray sheets. Jeffrey Harrington stirred, his body pressed against the warm weight beside him. His arm was draped lazily over Justin Lewis's bare chest, his fingers tracing absent patterns along Justin's collarbone. Justin's breathing was slow and even, the kind of deep, satisfied sleep that only comes after a night of—well… vigorous cardio.

Jeffrey smiled sleepily and opened his eyes. Justin's hair was tousled, and his lips were parted slightly. His toned arm lay across Jeffrey's waist, his hand resting low on Jeffrey's hip beneath the sheets. Jeffrey's body ached in the best way.

Justin's eyes fluttered open, and a slow, lazy smile spread across his face. "Morning."

Jeffrey hummed, pressing a soft kiss to Justin's chest. "Morning."

Justin tightened his arm around him and dragged him closer until their faces were nearly touching. "Sleep well?"

Jeffrey grinned. "Once you stopped trying to suffocate me with your biceps? Yeah."

Justin chuckled. "You weren't complaining last night."

"Mm." Jeffrey's hand slid down Justin's chest. "I was probably too distracted."

Justin raised an eyebrow. "Oh, you were definitely distracted."

Jeffrey leaned in to kiss him, but then his phone buzzed on the nightstand. Justin groaned and rolled onto his back, covering his eyes with his forearm.

"Ignore it," he mumbled.

Jeffrey sighed and reached for his phone. He blinked at the bright screen.

Notification: Instagram — Laurel Castillo has blocked you.

Jeffrey sat up so fast he nearly pulled a muscle. "What the fuck?"

Justin sat up on his elbows. "What?"

Jeffrey held up the phone. "Laurel. Blocked me. On Instagram."

Justin blinked. "Wow."

Jeffrey's mouth dropped open. "Are you kidding me right now? She's the one who let her little bitch squad attack me, and now I'm the problem?"

Justin's lips curled. "Babe. Calm down."

Jeffrey's thumb was already swiping through his phone. "Oh, I am not calm."

"Jeffrey."

Jeffrey opened his iMessages. His fingers were moving at lightning speed.

Jeffrey: Did you seriously just block me? Are you f*ing kidding me, Laurel?*

Justin groaned and covered his face with his hands. "Oh my God."

Jeffrey: You have got to be the biggest bitch I have ever met.

Justin peeked between his fingers. "Okay, let's maybe not—"

Jeffrey: Do you want to be called a JV girl? Because you are acting like a JV girl right now.

Justin sat up completely. "Jeffrey—"

Jeffrey's eyes sharpened as his thumbs continued to fly across the screen.

Jeffrey: You know what, Laurel? You're giving major MJ Snyder energy. The whole JV vs. Varsity thing? That's YOU.

Justin's eyes widened. "Oh, shit."

Jeffrey was now grinning like a madman. "I'm not done."

Jeffrey: I'm Jessenia, calling you out for being toxic and spreading lies. And you? You're MJ. You're defensive and embarrassed, but you're pretending like you're still winning. You're not. YOU'RE NOT WINNING, LAUREL.

Justin winced. "Babe, maybe we should slow down—"

Jeffrey: And just like MJ, you're about to get sent home.

Justin's jaw dropped. "Holy shit."

Jeffrey hit send.

Justin's hand shot out. "Give me the phone."

Jeffrey pulled back. "Absolutely not."

Justin lunged forward, nearly knocking Jeffrey off the bed. Jeffrey dodged him, holding the phone above his head.

Justin climbed on top of him, pinning him down. "Give me the phone."

Jeffrey's breath hitched. "Make me."

Justin's eyes flashed. His mouth was already descending toward Jeffrey's throat when Jeffrey's phone buzzed again.

They both froze.

Justin pulled back, and Jeffrey unlocked his phone. Laurel had replied.

Laurel: Wow. Seriously? You're a psychopath.

Jeffrey narrowed his eyes. "Oh, bitch—"

Laurel: Lose my number.

Jeffrey scoffed. "I don't think so."

Jeffrey: Why? Afraid I'm right?

Laurel: You've lost it.

Jeffrey: Did I? Or did you just get called out for being exactly who you are?

The "Read" receipt appeared. Three dots started. Then stopped.

Jeffrey grinned. "Oh, she's mad."

Justin raised an eyebrow. "You sure about that?"

Laurel: Blocked.

Jeffrey's mouth fell open. "Oh, HELL NO."

Justin's head tipped back as he laughed. "And there it is."

Jeffrey sat up, still gripping his phone. "Did she seriously just block me? After she pulled all that JV-level manipulation last night? The absolute nerve—"

Justin rubbed his jaw. "You know… if you really wanted to get under her skin…"

Jeffrey's eyes sharpened. "What?"

Justin smirked. "You could post a picture of us. Looking hot. Just to… stir the pot."

Jeffrey's lips curved. "Babe, I love you."

Justin's smile widened. "I know."

Jeffrey opened Instagram. His camera roll was full of pictures of them — some shirtless, some not-so-innocent. He picked one from their vacation in Miami last month: Justin was shirtless, wearing sunglasses, his arm around Jeffrey's waist. Jeffrey was smiling — not at the camera, but at Justin.

Jeffrey uploaded the picture. His caption:

"JV vs. Varsity. "

Justin burst out laughing. "Oh my God."

Jeffrey's finger hovered over the "Post" button. "Should I?"

Justin grinned. "Absolutely."

Jeffrey hit "Post."

The likes came flooding in almost immediately.

Michaela Pratt liked your post.
Connor Walsh liked your post.
Asher Millstone liked your post.

Jeffrey's mouth twisted. "Oh, now they want to play?"

Justin smiled. "They're watching."

Jeffrey's phone buzzed again. He opened his DMs.

Michaela: Cute pic. How long until Laurel spirals?

Jeffrey's eyebrows lifted. "Oh, this just got interesting."

Justin grinned. "Told you."

Jeffrey leaned back against the pillows, stretching his arms behind his head. "You know, I'm starting to think this whole feud might be fun."

Justin rolled his eyes. "Don't get cocky."

Jeffrey turned his head toward him. His lips curled. "Why not? I'm Varsity."

Justin's laugh was low and dangerous. "God help us all."

Jeffrey's phone buzzed again. Another DM. From Laurel.

Laurel: Blocked again.

Jeffrey laughed. "She is losing it."

Justin leaned down and kissed the side of his neck. "Let her."

Jeffrey smiled. "Oh, I'm going to."

Justin slid a hand under the sheets. "But first…"

Jeffrey's breath hitched. "Oh…"

Justin's lips brushed his ear. "Let's celebrate that Varsity win."

Jeffrey turned toward him, his eyes dark. "Oh, baby. You're on."

And just like that, Jeffrey tossed his phone on the nightstand.

Let Laurel block him. Let the Keating 4 plot whatever weak-ass revenge they had planned.

Right now? Jeffrey had better things to do.