Page 94 of If You Dare

After practice,my mind is buzzing with thoughts of Violet. What I’ll do to her tonight once I get my hands on her. I want to take her out on a real date. Get back to where we were before everything went to hell.

Chloe’s chastising voice rings through my head.At least wine and dine her before you sixty-nine her.

I smile just as Luke claps me on the shoulder, still shirtless after his shower. “Hey, man. Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Luke used to be the golden retriever on the team. Always in a good mood, cracking jokes, the comic relief when the locker room was tense after a loss.

He hasn’t been the same since Chloe. A serious, thin line permanently etched across his mouth.

“Sure. What’s up?”

“You’re not with Violet Harris, are you?”

My spine stiffens. “What’s it matter?”

If he has a problem with me and Violet, he can say that to my face. Maybe he can’t find a way to forgive her, and I can’t force him to, but that doesn’t have to affect my relationship with her.

“I don’t want to get in the middle of shit. I know you’ve been into her a long time. Just...you know she’s screwing, like, half the guys on campus, right?”

An image of that smarmy tool from her writing class flashes in my mind, but I roll my eyes and force my shoulders to relax. She promised me there’s nothing going on between them. “There’s eight thousand students on this campus. You’re telling me she’s screwing two-thousand guys at once? No. If she’s fucking me, my cock is the only one she’s riding.”

Luke steps closer, lowering his voice. “Seriously, man. Trey sent me some photos.”

I slam my locker shut. “What photos?”

He opens up the app on his phone and shows me the screen. The background dark but the flash bright enough to clearly display the star in front of the camera.

Violet.

Down to her panties and bra, sticking her ass out for Trey.

On her knees in front of him.

Smiling.

My stomach churns so hard, I have to look away.

The buzzing in my head nearly drowns out my thudding pulse. White-hot rage like I haven’t felt since she first stepped foot on campus rockets through me.

Trey. FuckingTrey. She’s been pretending like she’s scared of him, like she actually told the dean about him, but this whole time, she’s been fucking him behind my back. Blowing him in her underwear after her shift at the library on the nights she wasn’t riding my cock.

That day in my apartment last semester, she lied to my face. She said she told him to stop, that she didn’t want to kiss him.

How could I have been so fucking stupid? Trey warned me. He told me she was fucking with my head, playing mind games so I’d leave her alone. He was right.

I’ll fucking end Trey when I see him, but he never promised to leave Violet alone. He’s been wanting her for a long time now.

When I said no, he went behind my back and took what he wanted anyway.

He took her.

She chosehim.

She spent all that time convincing me to trust her again only to do this.

Worse than walking in on my high school sweetheart riding some other guy’s dick, because she didn’t kill my sister first. I wasn’t obsessed with her the way I was with Violet. Didn’t vow to burn the world down if it meant keeping her safe. Didn’t give her a second chance after she blew her shot.

I glance around the locker room. “Where the fuck is Trey?”

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