Page 14 of Trust Me Always

Mason Fucking Johnson.

Cameron’s best friend’s twin brother.

It was all downhill from there.

Sighing, I shake my head.

I can’t fuckingbelieveAllana lied the way she did, but I had no reason to question her. After all, she was already pregnant with someone else’s kid when I thought she was over here missing me like I was missing her. She cried throughout the entire conversation, told me he didn’t know and would likely want nothing to do with her. And stupid fucking me, I became upset on her behalf.

I was pissed at her and him and my-damn-self.

I’d like to blame her for ruining what should have been one of the most exciting times of my life, but the truth is it’s my own fault.

I should have just walked away, gave her what she deserved—absolutely nothing.

I didn’t, and then I met a girl who was more than I knew was out there.

Soft and kind yet full of fire and sass, and she gave it all away freely.

I’d had to earn everything I had in my life, Allana included.

Cameron is different.

It’s too bad I realized this after the fact.

I don’t know why I didn’t just let Allana go when I started to feel something real for Cameron, but I didn’t. I guess four yearsof firsts and loyalty to someone messes with your head more than you expect.

It’s a poor excuse, but it’s all I’ve got.

I want to prove to Cameron that I?—

My train of thought dies when I’m jolted from behind, and I whip around, a frown instantly in place as I tear my earbuds out, the rowdiness of the room making my ears ring for a split second. “What the fuck, man? You mind?”

Brady Lancaster, the O-lineman turned defensive end, cuts me a glance over his massive shoulder for nothing more than a lazy blink before facing forward and yanking his shirt over his head.

Because of course Mason’s and his two best friends’ lockers are directly opposite mine.

Shaking my head, I go back to getting dressed—and being ignored as conversation after conversation happens all around me.

God, I sound like a whiner.

It’s not that I don’t have guys I talk to on the team. They’re just few and far between…and happen to be on the opposite side of the locker room.

I’m almost fully laced up and preparing to shoot to my feet and hit the field early for some stretches—anything to get me out of here—when I pick up on the conversation behind me.

“Girls are already here. Payton wanted to bring little man to meet the mascot and walk him around for a bit, hopin’ he’ll nod off during the game.” Mason tells his friends, “Kind of want him to stay awake and watch.”

“Dude, he’s what, almost two? He’ll watch for all of five seconds, and he ain’t gonna have any idea which one of us you are once the helmets are on anyway. He’s more likely to get excited by the frozen lemonade guy.” Brady chuckles. “Let her wear the kid out the way you’re gonna wear his mama out tonight.”

“I don’t know if that’s fucked up or not,” Chase adds. “So your parents are taking the baby. You walking over with me and the others or hanging back and waiting for Cam and this guy?”

Mason asks exactly what I’m wondering: “Why are you and Cam coming late anyway?”

“Gotta get her ass back to the dorm. She has a debt to pay, and I can’t wait to cash in.” Brady chuckles, and the others join in.

I frown at my locker, blindly picking up my bag and setting it inside.

What’s that supposed to mean?

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