It was only then that I realized Mads had called my name more than once. “Sorry. I can’t help it. I just want to kick her in her kitty.”
Fynn chuckled.
Mads glared in Ava’s direction. “I’ll hold her down. You do the kicking.”
Forcing my gaze away, I glanced at Mads. “You’re such a good friend.”
Fynn towered over me as we moved into the lunch line. “Girls are crazy. This is exactly why I don’t date. You totally strike me as the kind of girl who would slash my tires and key my car.”
I was pretty sure he didn’t mean that as a compliment, but I took it as one. “Fuck yes, I would.”
“Don’t forget to take a crowbar to the windows,” Mads added.
Fynn grabbed a food tray and two milk containers. “Should I be worried about Brock or his car?”
“Both,” Mads and I said at the same time.
“I hope you know I’m not sitting anywhere near that bitch.” I grabbed a water bottle and a salad off the buffet, not really hungry. I lost my appetite the second I laid eyes on my guy with another girl.
“Same. I’m with Josie,” Mads agreed as she reached for hummus wrap. “The whole situation is fucked-up enough as it is.”
My back was to them and yet, I felt their eyes on me, particularly Ava’s. “I can’t even be in the same room with them.”
“I know you don’t want to hear this, but no part of this is easy for him either.”
Something in Fynn’s voice, the way he said the statement felt true, but I ignored that intuition. “Well, he does a shitty job of showing it.”
Fynn had a tray full of food. If I didn’t know him and his never-ending appetite, I would wonder where he put it all. “You know Brock. He isn’t going to let it show. He’ll ice everyone out until it’s done.”
“Don’t try and pull on my heartstrings, Fynn. Not cool. Right now, I just need to hate him.”
Mads looped her arm through mine, steering me to the opposite side of the lunchroom. “And hate him we will.”
When Fynn, Micah, and Grayson joined the table Mads and I sat at in the far corner of the room, I was taken aback. Even Mads seemed surprised. She lifted a brow at Micah as he spun the chair next to her around and straddled it, dropping the tray of food. “What are you doing?” she demanded, eyeing the playboy who’d broken her heart. “You’re supposed to be avoiding her.”
Micah flashed her a grin, and I swore the girls at the next table sighed. “Making your day.”
Mads was immune to those dimples. “Try ruining it more likely,” she griped.
Micah wasn’t deterred. He rarely was. “Come on, Mads, you know deep down you harbor a lady boner for me.”
She peeled open her sandwich, showing more interest in it than in the gorgeous platinum-haired guy beaming at her. “I honestly don’t know what anyone sees in you.”
His smile brightened. “It’s the dimples. Kills them every time.”
I wasn’t sure I could sit here and watch them weirdly flirt. I wanted no reminders of love. And once the two of them got started…
“So, what lie did Brock tell Ava to explain why the three of you are still talking to me?” I quickly interjected before the sexual banter continued.
Grayson and Fynn both looked relieved. “That you’re a standby girl,” Micah explained, looking all too happy with the lie.
I choked. “He did what?” That prick. I did what I’d told myself not to do. I snuck a glance over at Ava and Brock. Pain lanced through my chest. He couldn’t have come up with a better excuse? I swear he did it on purpose, just because he knew it would rile me up. “How much longer is this going to last?”
Fynn cast a glance at the table duo in question. “Until Brock destroys her.”
Grayson's gaze followed Fynn’s, his lips pulled into a straight line. “What she did was unforgivable in his book. She never should have touched you. That was just as good as issuing her own death sentence. He is ruthless when he needs to be.”
“What happens next? What will he do to her?” I asked, not that I was the least bit concerned about her. It was Brock who I worried about. These kinds of actions left scars.