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“I’m aware.” Brodie smiled. “But what kind of friend would I be if I left her here?”
It was the first time a Westbrook had ever considered me to be a friend. Interesting… Either way, all I could do was stand back as the cousins went back and forth. My heart was still aching too much from my fight with Carter to contribute anything to the discussion, anyway.
“Okay, and? She’s notmyfriend.” Sawyer gestured towards me.
“But it’s so late!” Brodie kept trying. “What if a murderer picks her up?”
I rubbed my forehead at the scenario. Brodie was sweet. A bit dramatic, but sweet nonetheless. How was someone like him related to Sawyer?
“Good luck to him,” Sawyer said with a sarcastic laugh.
There was a long silence after that, though. It seemed like the idea of a serial killer on the hunt got to Sawyer, because he let out a loud groan when both me and Brodie stayed utterly quiet. He was looking up at the sky like he’d find something or someone up there to save him. Then he finally met my eyes.
“You really don’t have a ride home, princess?” he asked lowly.
I pressed my lips tightly together and shook my head. My cheeks were pink and not from the cold air. I was embarrassed. And I hated being embarrassed in front of him. He enjoyed it too much.
Sawyer looked at me. Then he let out a long, deep breath and stuck a cigarette in between his lips. He lit it up with ease before turning around and avoiding my gaze.
“Fine, I’ll fucking drive you home,” he grumbled. “But you’re not sitting next to me.”
I wasn’t about to fight him on that one.
Chapter 7
SAWYER
It was the closest I had ever been to Holly. Sitting near each other in class didn’t count. At least there was some distance. But there she was, sitting right next to me in her little cheer skirt. It kept riding up her thighs, exposing her smooth, bronzed skin.
Fuck, why was I looking? She was hot. That was it. I had a hot cheerleader in my car. I was allowed to look. And I was also allowed to hate her at the same time, which I absolutely did.
When we had got to my truck, all of us about to get in, Brodie had insisted that Holly sit in the middle.Our legs can’t fucking touch, dude. His words. I’d slap him later.
That was why she was right next to me. Why the hell did I have to get a pickup truck? There were no backseats. It was the only time I had ever hated my truck. And I hated Holly even more for making me hate it. At least she was miserable too. I was positive she was. Holly fucking Sutton was in my old, beat-up truck when she should have been in Carter’s car.
Too bad he took off with a cheerleader after the game. I had no idea what had happened in that locker room. All I knew was that when I was waiting outside for Brodie, I saw that blond asshole storm out, whisper something into some cheerleader’s ear, and then leave with her.
There was no doubt in mind what those two were doing.
Did Holly know?
How could she?
She had been inside. I could have told her, could have broken her heart right then and there. Ilovedpissing her off. But that shit with Carter? I had known about that for a long time. I heard the rumors. Fuck, I had seen him flirting with girls in class. The dude was shameless. Me and Holly fought about everything, but that was the one thing I never had the heart to shove in her face. That was the only thing to made me feel bad for her.
Looked like there was another girl Carter was fucking around with that could be added to his list. I gripped my steering wheel tighter as a vision of his face entered my mind. I hadn’t forgotten what he said to me the other day. Smug asshole.
“You have to turn right at the end of the road,” Holly said quietly.
I turned my head to the right, taking in the look on Holly’s face. She looked… Fuck, she looked sad. But I wasn’t about to lean over and hug her or some shit. Maybe she knew what Carter was up to. If she stayed with him after finding out, that was on her.
Ifshe found out.
I just grunted at her in response. I didn’t want to talk to her.
“Your routine was really good tonight, Holly,” Brodie chimed up.
But of course Brodie wanted to make conversation. I rolled my eyes.
