Page 19 of What Are the Chances
“Uh-huh.”
Two syllables were all it took for my temper to flare. God, he was infuriating.
“Don’t flatter yourself, Caufield. I didn’t know you or your hockey crew were going to be here.”
He looked puzzled, like I was speaking a different language. “Of course we were going to be here. It’s Ryan’s birthday.”
“Wait. Ryan as in Ryan Murphy?”
“Yep.”
Ryan, one of Will’s best friends,was the guy Parker was seeing? Well, if that wasn’t a bigfuck youfrom the universe, I don’t know what was. The only hail Mary was that Parker never stayed interested in a guy for long, and the Ryan I knew from freshman year wasn’t a guy who liked being tied down. Hopefully they’d tire of each other soon and I could banish Will back to doesn’t-exist-in-the-same-universe-as-meterritory.
“Have you seen Ryan lately?” I checked.
The odds that Parker was where he was were high.
“He went to bed with a chick an hour or so ago. I don’t expect we’ll be seeing him until morning.”
Gross and damn. I was in a bind here. Hayes’s offer was starting to seem like my safest bet.
I sunk my teeth into my lower lip. “Do you have reception so I can call someone to come and get me?”
Will cocked his head to the side. “Who would you call?”
“I’d–” I stopped midsentence. He didn’t need an explanation. “Can I use your phone or not?”
“Why do you want to leave?” he pressed.
“Because I kind of have nowhere to sleep now.”
After a thoughtful pause, Will shook his head. “I don’t have reception. Nobody does.”
“You couldn’t have led with that?”
With a huff, I began to leave. Bickering with Will was way too familiar. He was as hot-headed as I was stubborn, so we’d always fallen into the trap of arguing about petty things.
As weird as it may sound though, I’d kind of always liked the arguments. He challenged me, and I challenged him back. And for the disagreements that turned a little more explosive, the makeup sex always made up for it.
StopI shouted at myself. Thinking about Will Caufield naked was the last thing I needed to be doing.
“Thanks for nothing, Caufield,” I sarcastically called over my shoulder.
“Riley – wait!”
Those two words did more damage than Will realised.
The night I’d caught him with another girl, I’d silently begged him to say those two words when I was fleeing from his bedroom. But he hadn’t uttered a single thing. He’d silently let me go, and that had been that.
At some point he’d knocked on my car window. I had no clue how long I’d been sitting in the driver’s seat when he finally came downstairs. Had he finished? Had they gone on to do more? I had no clue.
Though one thing I’d known for certain was that we were done.
Clearing his throat now, Will wet his lips like saying my name had been an effort. “Stay with me tonight.”
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
Tell me how you really feel
