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The second the bus pulled off, Greg asked Kye to switch seats. The guy had balls, I’d give him that. He was a junior. Not too cocky or full of himself. But he wasn’t a friend. No one was outside of Nix and Kye.

“Hey, can I talk to you?” he said.

“Doesn’t look like I have a choice. Thanks for that, traitorous asshole,” I spat at Kye.

He grinned. “You’re welcome.”

“So… you and Celeste, what’s going on there?” Greg kept his voice low since some of the guys were already sleeping.

“Nothing.” I huffed, kicking up my foot against the seat in front.

“For real? Because I sensed some tension.”

“You really want to go there?” I asked. “With a girl like her?”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

“She’s not like us, Selcott. She’s rich and spoiled and when she’s had her fun, she’ll settle down with a pretentious asshole from across the res.”

“I’m not looking to marry the girl. But she’s cool and funny and she—”

I cut him with a hard look.

“You want her,” he said.

“That’s not—”

“Yeah, I think it is. You want her and you hate yourself for it.”

“You don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.”

A knowing smile tugged at his mouth. “Then you won’t mind if I get her number off of Harleigh.”

Irritation rolled through me. Irritation and something I refused to acknowledge. Because I wasn’t jealous, I wasn’t.

“Harleigh doesn’t want her getting tangled up with anyone on the team,” I said.

His smug expression dropped. “Oh.”

“Yeah. So do yourself a favor and forget about her.”

Because fuck knows, it was what I planned to do.

“Yeah, okay.” He got up and walked away and I should have felt relieved. Should have felt a small kernel of smug satisfaction that I wouldn’t have to witness them together.

But the only thing I felt was confusion. Because he was right—I did want her.

And I did fucking hate myself for it.

“So, what did moon eyes want?” Kye slid back into his seat beside me.

“Moon eyes?” I balked.

“Yeah, you saw the way he was looking at Celeste, with those big ol’ moon eyes. The guy is in love.”

“Fuck off.” I folded my arms over my chest and closed my eyes. “I’m going to sleep.”


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