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I didn’t have to overthink things with Trevor. He made it clear he was attracted to me, and I could simply sway to the beat and enjoy the way he spread his hand low on my back, pressing me closer.
And just like that, I thought that if I were going to seize a hottie to have a little fun with, this guy seemed like the perfect candidate.
Chapter Twenty-Two
Dane
I was exhausted after the game, but most of the team said they were heading over to the Quad.
What I really wanted was a quiet night in with Megan. We’d talked this week, but she still hadn’t met up with me.I might need to do something bigger to show her I meant what I said about being a better friend.
She hadn’t stuck around after the game, and the glimpse I caught of her in the stands made me wonder why she was so dressed up. I hoped she wasn’t visiting one of the fun Boston places without me, since her text just said something about catching me later.
I combed back my wet hair, stuck on a hat, and called out to Hudson and Whitney to wait up so I could catch a ride with them. As we were pulling up to the Quad, I sent a quick text to Megan.
Me:What are you up to tonight?
Maybe she’d meet me at the diner. Or if she was going around Boston, I’d happily do that—I might even resort to begging her to come pick me up. Dancing, shitty music. Whatever it was, sign me up. I just wanted to see her.
No surprise, things were still a mess back home, and while the phone calls had decreased, my worry over everything hadn’t. As if the mess with Lissa wasn’t enough, Cassidy worried our parents might be splitting up. After spending twenty-five years together, I couldn’t imagine them not being married. But when I couldn’t sleep, my mind would replay the tension between them over Christmas break. I’d wonder how my sisters could possibly get through that unscathed, and my worries would breed like bunnies, which only made it more impossible to sleep.
Loud music poured out the open doorway to the Quad. I lifted my phone and stared at the screen for a minute or so, hoping Megan would write back. But when no response came, I stepped inside. Immediately, I got pulled into a game of flip cup. I begged off joining in on the second round, although I did take a beer for the road.
I checked my phone again. Nothing.
She said the other night she wasn’t mad anymore, but clearly she’s still pissed at me.
Hudson and Whitney left the dance floor, hand in hand, and I walked up to them. “Bro, I think I’m already over this party.”
“Whitney and I are probably going to head out in a few. If you want, I’ll drop you off at home before heading to Whitney’s for the night.”
I nodded. I missed having my best friend around more, but I was happy for him. He deserved someone who put him above everybody else, and Whitney did.
Whitney squinted, eying someone through the crowd, and her posture tensed. “Isn’t that Megan dancing with Trevor?”
I followed her line of sight, hot stabs of jealousy piercing me when I spotted Megan and some asshole—Trevor, apparently—dancing with her, his hands way too low. He kissed her neck, and rage like I never felt before ignited and spread, laying waste to rational thought. To pretty much all thought besidesI’m going to kill that bastard, whoever he is.
“Dane.” Whitney put her hand on my arm, and I tore my gaze away. “Are you and Megan…?”
“No,” I said, too fast, but the knowledge also ripped through me. “I mean, we’re friends.”
“I don’t know whether I should say anything to her. I dated Trevor last year and he’s a total player. Says all the right things, but it’s bullshit. He uses girls and then moves on to the next without a second thought. I feel like I should warn her.”
Hudson tightened his hold on Whitney, taking a protective stance. “Maybe I should go have a talk with him.”
“I’ll talk to her.” I clenched and unclenched my fists, trying to calm the anger even as it roared up and saidfuck that. She’s mine, and he better get his hands off her.“Like I said, we’re friends. I got it.”
Before they could argue or try to talk me out of it, I strode toward them. The song had ended, so they were leaving the floor. Panic rose up when it looked like they were about to take off together.
“Megan.”
She turned and her eyes went wide. Her hand was also in his, and I fought the urge to knock the smarmy expression off his face. It’d be so satisfying to just take a swing and watch him hit the floor. Six months ago, I probably would’ve. Sometimes trying to be a better person sucked ass.
“Can I talk to you for a minute?” I ground out from between my clenched teeth.
She glanced from me to Trevor, then back to me. “I’m kind of in the middle of something, Dane.”
Inhale. Exhale. Suppress urge to kill.“Please. I need to talk to you.Now.”
