Will’s fists clench on cue, and he tucks his hands under the table to hide it.
“So? You interested? I’m sure he’d love to take you out. And you could use some action in that love life of yours.”
“I don’t know if that’s a good idea.” I shift in my seat.
“Come on, he’s a nice guy. And he thinks you’re cute. What’s the harm?”
“Yeah, just say yes, girl,” Bianca chimes in. “He’s hot. If you don’t, I have a friend who will.”
“See? She has a friend who would be interested.”
“Why don’t you want to, Kass? Did someone else ask you? Are you not available?” Luke presses.
I glimpse at Will from the corner of my eye. He’s fuming, close to losing his temper. I don’t know why I keep waiting, hoping for him to step up, tell Luke to fuck off.
That I’m taken.
He won’t.
He can’t.
“No, no one asked me.” My gaze falls to the floor, my voice so weak I barely hear it.
“Great. It’s settled, then. I’ll tell Greg he’s got himself a hot date.” Luke beams.
I don’t find it in myself to argue. And in that moment, for the first time since we made it official… I regret dating someone who only wants me behind closed doors.
Relief pouring out of me, I trail to the school’s exit with Morgan. About time this day ended. I unlock my phone. Ethan texted me that he’s outside. He’ll be driving me and Morgan home since Will has training tonight.
I notice I have a message from my mom.
Mom: Sweetie, I need you to come home from your friend’s tonight. I also wanted to tell you
, Winter has gone back to Canada early for a funeral. Your brother went with her.
I scoff, shaking my head at her story.
A funeral? Seriously?
Seconds before I pad out of the school, my phone pings again. I expect it to be a message from Will—we didn’t get a chance to talk after Luke blackmailed me into going to prom with his buddy—but it’s not.
Far from it.
It’s from Zoey. I haven’t said a word to her since I found out she slept with Blake.
Zoey: Isn’t that your boyfriend?
Zoey: Not satisfying him already? That’s got to hurt. Oh, well, at least it took longer than last time.
Zoey attached a picture.
With trembling fingers, I tap the file, zooming in for a better look. The picture shows a scene I wish weren’t true.
Will.
Leaving a motel room.
Kassidy