Micah winked at me. “I’m everyone’s favorite.”
Shaking my head, I started walking to my class. “I can’t believe I thought I missed you guys.”
Grayson snorted.
“Where’s Fynn?” I asked. I’d seen them all but him this morning.
“With Mads,” Micah replied, striding alongside me and sharing a look with Grayson.
“She’s got security detail?” I guessed, doing my best to ignore all the glances we were getting.
Micah nodded. “Brock’s orders.”
I imagined Mads was cursing Brock to seven different kinds of Hell. “Oh, I’m sure Mads loves that.”
Micah snickered. “She’s lucky it’s him and not me.”
The material of my plaid skirt rubbed against the side of my legs as we strutted down the hall. “When are you going to admit that you have a thing for her?”
His retort was quick. “As soon as she admits she can’t live without my dick.”
Grayson made a noise in the back of his throat. “That’s my cousin, dude.”
I was with Grayson on this one. “Oh, my God, you’re impossible. I should punch you in your dick for saying that,” I said to Micah.
“Go ahead. I dare you,” the bastard challenged, grinning the entire time like there was nothing he would love more.
“Dude! Stop fucking flirting with my sister. I can’t take it,” Grayson blurted. “It’s bad enough she’s banging one of my friends.”
Hearing Grayson call me his sister brought a smile to my lips, so I overlooked the fact that he’d brought up Brock.
Micah shrugged, looking anything but remorseful. “It’s not my fault she’s hot.”
“But it is your fault that you’re a horny douchebag,” Grayson pointed out.
“God, I really need to get laid,” Micah muttered, his gaze shifting to me.
I lifted my hands in the air and took a step away from the wickedly charming smile on Micah’s face. “Don’t look at me. I’m not a damn standby girl. I’m only screwing one of you. Period. Not one of you at a time. Just one. Ever. And stop looking at me like that.”
Grayson shoved him halfheartedly on the shoulder. “Go to class.”
As Micah turned to go down the opposite hall, he slapped my ass. Not hard, but enough to cause me to squeal and Grayson’s frown to deepen. “I swear to God, some girl needs to break his heart,” my triplet grumbled, his glare burning into Micah’s retreating back.
My morning in general went by pretty uneventfully. I didn’t have any classes with either Ava or Brock, which allowed me to just concentrate on making sure I was all caught up. But of course, my mind wandered frequently. I couldn’t seem to get the picture of him and Ava together this morning out of my head.
I never thought I would admit it, but I actually missed having the guys walk me to class. I found myself looking for them after each bell and the disappointment as the day dragged on never lessened.
Mads waited by my locker at lunch. Fynn was with her. It was the first time I’d seen him all day.
He offered me a grin. Fynn had a smile that literally melted hearts. He was the sweetheart of the bunch—a big guy with an even bigger heart.
I didn’t know why the fuck he hung around with the others.
Shoving my shit into my locker, I steeled myself, taking a deep breath.You can do this. No big deal. It’s pretend. Fake. Just like the bitch herself.
But when I walked into the cafeteria and saw Ava and Brock sitting at the Elite table, there was nothing fake about what I felt. Jealousy slammed into me—hot and fierce, lancing through the anxiety I’d been feeling.
“Josie.”