Page 6 of The Vengeance You Crave
They all went to a diner for burgers seeing as the season is out and we actually get a bit of free time. Me though? I headed straight for the training facility to put in my second gym session of the day.
"Ah, here he is. Our dedicated QB," Colt barks, eyeballing the remains of my chicken salad that's still on the plate in front of me.
Lifting my hand, I flip him off as he yanks the refrigerator door open and begins tossing bottles of beer at the others who are loitering by the door.
A few look at me with their brows drawn in concern and others with confusion, but none more so than my twin brother.
"You coming to hang or continue being a boring fucker?" Colt continues, ignoring the death stare I'm shooting his way.
"I'm busy, asshole," I mutter, casting a glance down at the textbook in front of me.
"Alright, fuck, Luc." He holds his hands up in defense as he and the others disappear in favor of the den.
"Taking this semester seriously, huh?" Leon asks, closing the door and cutting off the noise from the others.
"Something like that," I mutter.
Things are still strained between us since I discovered that he's been lying to me for years about sleeping with Letty.
I know I should probably just let it go, but I can't. I didn't think Lee and I had secrets. Hell, I didn't think Letty and I did, not back then anyway. I know we kinda went our separate ways a little after high school when she left for Columbia, but still. To know that they'd been together and I had no clue.
Fuck.
I scrub my hand down my face, my anger with both of them threatening to explode once more.
If I discovered this at any other time, I'm sure I'd have just dealt with it, but it's just another thing on top of a whole pile of shit I don't know how to work through.
I hoped that getting back here and taking it out in the gym would have helped, but while that takes some of the need to fight out of my body, my head is an entirely different beast and that wants to hurt anyone who comes close.
"Did you need something or are you just loitering to piss me off?"
"Mom's worried."
"Right?" I ask. This isn't news. She either calls or messages me daily after I skipped out early on the holidays, preferring to be back here and stalking The Locker Room for sights of Peyton.
She probably has every right to be worried, but like fuck am I confessing to that.
"Luc, I wish you'd just—"
"Just what? Forgive you for fucking my best friend and lying to me about it for years?"
"We never lied to you," he says with a sigh.
I get it, I'm fed up with having this same argument too but no matter what, I can't get past it.
"No? So how come I didn't have a fucking clue about it until that cunt told me?" That's the bit that really stings, that I had to find out from someone I can't stand. Someone who now claims to love Letty more than life itself. Fuck, he even fucking proposed.
My teeth grind and my fist curls around the pen in my hand as I think about that image of her with her black diamond engagement ring on her finger.
A fucking black diamond. What fucked up kind of asshole buys a girl a black fucking diamond.
"We were in the wrong, okay. We should have told you. We know this. We've both told you this. But it's in the past. She's not even yours."
The memory of what happened in my bedroom with the three of us last year slams into me. I can still smell the scent of her perfume and remember just how soft her skin was. I can also vividly remember exactly how my brother looked with his head between her thighs.
Letty was mine. At least, that's what I thought.
Turns out that I never really stood a chance.
