She had been alone with him in his car with Porter and Shawn, three of the biggest assholes at the Academy.
Was an expulsion in my future? If I got expelled, so would Grayson.
He wouldn’t let me go down alone.
It was bad enough that Carter had drugged her, but if he had done something to her while she’d been out of it. If he had taken advantage of her… I’d lose it.
I understood the Elite’s deeply rooted desire for retribution for Kenna. I was more invested than ever.
As much as I wanted to know what happened last night, I also hoped Ainsley didn’t remember a thing. Sometimes it was the memories that were detrimental. They lingered. They popped up when you least expected it, bringing you back to that horrible event over and over again.
Grayson honked twice when he pulled up to Brock’s house, letting me know he’d arrived. We drove a block or two in uncomfortable silence. Things were still weird between us. How could they not be? Neither of us knew how to act around the other. At some point, we would have to figure it out.
“So, are you angry you have to spend your Saturday morning in detention…with me?” I added, taking a sip from the to-go mug of coffee Brock had supplied me with.
Fynn wasn’t joking about Grayson and his cars. Today he drove a silver Bugatti that was too damn fast to be driving to school. It was like a bullet shooting down the road, and Grayson handled it expertly. “I’m not thrilled about the detention but… Ava had it coming. The way I look at it, it’s for a good cause.”
“I thought you and her wereclose.” It had seemed that way the night I ended up playing strip poker at Brock’s. Oh, God. It made sense now why Grayson had been so quick to leave the room. Strip poker with your sister? Bad idea.
The thought had my cheeks warming, and I promptly drank more coffee.
“By close, you mean am I fucking her?” he remarked flatly. “No. Not currently. She’s way too clingy for me. Brock only keeps her around so he can watch her.”
“He doesn’t have feelings for her?” I wanted to thump myself on the forehead. That sounded way too much like I cared who Brock had sex with.
“Are you fishing?” he asked, lifting a brow. “Look, I’m not going to get in the middle of whatever is going on with you and my best friend. It’s weird enough without me thinking about you sleeping with him.”
Seeing Grayson squirm was sort of funny. The scrunched expression on his face made me want to keep making him uncomfortable. “Is that a problem for you?”
His head jerked toward me for a split second. “You having sex? Or you having sex with Brock.”
A ghost of a smile played at my lips. “Both.”
He nodded. “Yeah.”
I wasn’t letting him off the hook easily. “Which one?”
“Both,” he replied, his lips curving.
I smiled back at him. “You’ll have to explain this whole standby girl thing to me and how it works.”
He shook his head at me like I was a pestering little sister, which I guess in a way, I was. “I can’t give away Elite secrets.”
We pulled into the almost empty school parking lot; only ten cars versus hundreds sat parked. I reached for my coffee only to find that it was empty. It would be a long two hours. Sighing, I unfolded myself out of the car and faced the school. An arm slung over my shoulder, pulling me against a firm chest.
“Is it true you screwed the quarterback last night?” a playful voice that could only belong to one person asked.
I rolled my eyes, angling my head toward Micah, and shoved lightly at his shoulder. “Ha. Ha. Brock couldn’t be so lucky.”
His light blue eyes twinkled down at me. “Anytime you get bored of sleeping at Brock’s, my bed is always available.”
He smelled nice. Not as intoxicating as Brock, but still really good. “I’ll keep that in mind,” I retorted.
Grayson came around to my other side, frowning at Micah, who still had his arm around me. “You do, and Brock will kill you. And then Micah,” he told me.
I winked at the playboy, unable to miss the opportunity to ruffle Grayson’s feathers. He made it too easy to rile him up. “I promise it will be worth it.”
Micah tossed his head back and laughed.