I jerk back to reality when everyone starts to scream. The game is over, and our team scored another win. The crowd starts to rush forward, and I get to my feet to rush the field with everyone else. When I get to the side, a hand comes out to help me over the wall.
Bear helps me down before he helps Zoey down too. A second later Reid is there, grabbing her and pulling her in for a kiss. I peek over at Bear, biting the inside of my cheek because I really want to kiss him. It only reminds me of the reality of how our relationship will be.
His eyes drop to my mouth, and I can’t stop myself from brushing myself against him. People are everywhere. His hand grabs my hip, and he squeezes.
“Theo!” The moment is gone when Tiffany squeals his name. He drops his hand from me, and I slip away, not wanting to stay and watch Tiffany fawn all over him. It doesn’t matter if he’s into it or not. The fact that she can outwardly want and be with him is too much for me to handle right now.
I pull out my phone to text Zoey to let her know that I’m heading home. She and Reid have gotten lost in the crowd, or more likely they’re off somewhere making out.
Me: Going to head home. Can we hang tonight? I could use a girl’s night.
Zoey: Everything ok?
I want to tell her no, that I’m torn up inside about my feelings for Theo but that will have to wait for tonight.
Me: Yeah. Talk later when you get home. Love you.
I put my phone back in my pocket and head off the field. The crowd is rowdy with adrenaline, and I know tonight's party at the frat house will probably be lit. If today reminded me of anything, it’s that I need to mingle more on campus with people my own age. I think a party is just the thing I need to bring me out of this funk.
10
Theodore
“Sorry,” Mom whispers into my ear as she gives me a hug. I squeeze her a little tighter, telling her it’s fine. It’s not. The last thing I want is for Willow to think I have something going on with Tiffany.
I’ve already had to clear that up once. Now she is going to think I’m a fucking liar. There was no missing the flash of jealousy I’d seen in her eyes before she quickly masked it and slipped into the crowd to get away from me. I don’t care for the fact that she’s jealous, but it does mean I’m getting under her skin. God knows she is under mine.
“Do you want to meet us for dinner?” I hear Tiffany ask as I release my mom.
“I have a press conference.”
“Well, after,” she pushes.
“It’s fine, sweetheart. Go do what you need to. I’ll see you tomorrow,” Mom jumps in, cutting Tiffany off. I try to fight a smirk because while she saved me from Tiffany, she used it in her favor to get me to commit to going to her house tomorrow.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I tell my mom as Dad wraps an arm around her. I give Tiffany a nod before I push my way toward the locker room.
I pull out my phone to see if I have any new messages. I don’t, but I decide to send one of my own. The thought of Willow being sad is one I don’t care for. I need to make sure I clear things up.
Me: Where did you go?
It shows that she read the text, but she doesn't respond to me. As irritated as I am not knowing where she is going, my cock starts to harden at her being a brat.
I try to get through the press conference as quickly as possible. I swear I would cancel it if it weren’t important. For some reason I know she’s going to do something to piss me off. I can feel it.
Again, as irritated as I am at the thought of that, I fight a smile. There are not many people in my life that challenge me in the way that she does. I have to admit that I enjoy every second of it.
I send a few more texts and even call as I make my way back toward my place. When she still doesn't respond, I find myself getting off on her floor and making my way to her door.
I knock over and over again, and no one answers. I pull out my phone and call Reid. I have no doubt he’ll know where Willow is.
“Yo.” Reid answers the call.
“You at the party tonight?” I get straight to the point. My irritation is growing by the second. This girl is really fucking with my head.