Page 103 of Play Fake
“Because there’s something you don’t know.”
“What?” my gut churns at the idea of there being some secret they’re all keeping from me, something I don’t know about that could make this even worse.
“He came to the party the other night, when you were gone.”
“What? Why? Did he hook up with one of those chicks? Holly? London? Whoever. I hope not Lauren, or that was a real bitch move today.” I suddenly feel my heart beating quicker in my chest.
“Why do you care if you don’t want to be with him?” Olivia quirks an eyebrow up.
I glare at her. “Do you really want to playthatgame?”
She glares back but relents.
“No. He didn’t, but there was an incident. He didn’t want me to tell you, but he knew I would.”
“And you waited until now?” I feel like I might be sick.
“It wasn’t his fault.”
“Oh yeah, he just tripped, slipped, and ended up inside her, then?”
“I mean, almost yeah.”
“Oh, my god. I was kidding!” I feel all the muscles in my stomach tense as my heart bottoms out.
I can’t take it. After Lauren and Ben, I was ready to listen to him, give him a chance. But if he seriously fucked around with someone else in the short time we haven’t been talking, I was done.
“Just listen before you say anything, okay?” Wren gives me a serious look, and I nod my compliance.
“He came to the party, and I saw him the second he walked in. He was a mess. I have never seen him look that way. He immediately came and asked if you were here, and I told him you went to Ally’s. He made assumptions about Ezra, and I didn’t confirm or deny—because girl code, of course. Then he and Liam and East were getting wasted, like they were on a mission, and I was worried about him. Holly kept circling him like a fucking vulture. Honestly, as a side note, I can’t stand her, and I don’t want her at the house anymore.”
Olivia and I both nod before she continues.
“I tried to keep an eye on him, but there was a lot going on, and I was drinking a little myself. Anyway, out of the corner of my eye I saw Easton call for him and they talked and then Waylon went upstairs, and Easton followed him. Which was super weird, given everything. So I went up after them, only to see the tail end of the door to my room shutting and Easton starting to make his way back downstairs.”
“What the fuck?” I whisper under my breath.
“Exactly. So I stop Easton and ask what the hell is going on. He’s super dodgy about it, won’t answer me, and I finally tell him I saw Waylon go in my room, and I want to know why the fuck that’s happening. I go to the door. It’s locked. I can hear Waylon and some chick inside. Easton still won’t tell me what’s going on, so I grab the skeleton key above the door, unlock it, and I about died. Holly was butt fucking naked and rubbing herself all over him on my bed.”
My heart is in my throat. He wouldn’t. He couldn’t. Not with her, especially after his birthday. I feel the tears welling up.
“I was going to kill him myself, Mac. Don’t worry. But then I realized he was trying to get away from her. He was super wasted, and she was trying to play it off like he asked her up there, but it was obvious he had come up looking for you and not expecting her to be there.”
“That’s insane.” I breathe, feeling slightly less panicked but now worried for Waylon.
“Yeah. And when he saw me, he was absolutely freaked. And then all four of us were yelling, and it was a great way to end an evening. Then Waylon threw up.”
“He what? Was he okay?”
“Yeah, I just think between all the booze and the panic attack he was having over the situation, it was too much.”
“Fuck…” I sigh. I feel awful suddenly for not being home that night. If I had been, he and I could have talked.
“But I can tell you one hundred percent, he did not start anything with Holly. It was all her. And I talked to him a little after, and I believe him when he says nothing happened with Amber. He is so fucking broken up over you, Mac.”
Wren shakes her head like she feels sorry for him.
“And I’ve talked to Ben and Liam a little, and they all say the same thing.” Olivia adds.
