Page 48 of Breakout
As I turn to leave, he calls out to me, “Beckett.” When I look back, he smiles. “Thanks for checking on me.”
I nod my head once, leaving him in his room.
I don’t know what is going on with him, but I hope he talks about it soon. I love the guy and hate that he is suffering in silence.
I feel like a hypocrite, though. I’m in the same position.
When I get to the car, Clay is already in the driver’s seat, the passenger seat being left for me. I’m surprised to find Wyatt inside the car as well. When I look back and give him a look, he only shrugs.
Clay turns the music off as we take off. Kellan and Clay chat along the way while I pull a Wyatt and stay quiet. I feel antsy. I want to know what Peyton needs saving from.
I’m hoping it’s the girls. I don’t know if I can rein it in if it’s another guy.
When we arrive at the club, the line is a mile long, but thankfully playing on the Walker U hockey team has its privileges. We get to bypass the line as we are ushered into the club.
It takes a moment for my eyes to adjust to the dim lighting as the music pumps loudly through the speakers.
“I’m going to find Grace,” Clay calls out.
“Cora for me,” Kellan adds in.
I nod. I should be going with them, but I stay put.
“You can go find her too, you know. Finally get it out into the open,” Wyatt shouts into my ear.
I shoot him a glare.
He shrugs as his eyes go to skirt over the club, but then he freezes. I look to where he’s looking, and a few of the football players are there with some women.
“One of them take your lunch money or something?” I ask, wondering if I’m ever going to find Peyton.
“What?” He looks up at me and blinks. “No. Just a girl I used to know.”
He glances back once more before patting me on the back. “Let’s go pretend we stumbled upon the girls. They are at the bar.”
I follow him through the crowd to the bar, where we find the girls laughing with one another, each with a drink in their hand. Peyton looks looser than I’ve ever seen her. She is usually so uptight and in control that it’s weird to see her letting loose like this.
As I approach, Grace sees me first.
“No. He didn’t. Come on,” she whines.
I shrug. “Clay is here somewhere, but it was my idea to come. I wanted to go out. I had no idea you were even here.”
I glance at Peyton as I lie. She is looking at me as if I hung the moon, though. It’s distracting. Makes me want to kiss her.
How drunk is she?
“Beck.” Peyton stumbles into my chest.
Grace and Cora laugh.
“Whoa. The floor is moving.”
I frown. “What did you give her to drink?” I ask the girls.
“Some shots.” Cora stumbles over her words.
They are all fucking drunk.
