Iwas halfway home before the headlights started behind me. It wasn’t long after that when his truck pulled up next to me, keeping track with me. The window rolled down. Cruz’s voice came next, “Get in the truck.”
“I’m fine.”
“Just get in.” He softened his tone. “Please.”
I gave him a look. “Please?” My head reared back. “What happened to ‘we’re done when I say we’re done?’ When you’re being all alpha and an asshole?”
His face was still in stone, but he readjusted his hold on the steering wheel. “I was pissed. You were acting like a jealous girlfriend, which we’ve both stated we don’t want.”
I snapped my mouth shut, because damn it, he was right.
I glared. “I don’t like threats.”
“I didn’t threaten you.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Need me to give you a play-by-play of the release you denied me on the dance floor?”
He swore under his breath, a hand raking over his face, and through his hair. “Just get in the truck, okay?”
I shouldn’t. I had a right to deny a ride, and walk home on my end. It wasn’t far. I’d be fine, the walk would be good for me. My mom’s newest texts were steaming a hole in my pocket. I hated her. Seriously hated her even when I didn’t hate her at all.
She lied. It was a constant with her and the biggest flag was when she said she wasn’t lying. Even as I read it, I knew it was a lie. That’s what she did. Manipulated. Lied. Deceived. The more I ignored her, the higher she’d up the stakes.
What I could do, right here and now, was to get in the truck. I got into his truck. Cruz wasn’t my current biggest headache, and he’d been right that I’d been the one doing exactly what both of us didn’t want. Still. The image of that girl was etched in my memory.
“I keep seeing that girl, and I keep seeing her all over you.”
“Mara.” He sat back in his seat.
“Not a fan of hers.”
“I shoved her off.”
I turned my head to hide my sneer. My stomach was still in a knot, but that girl was only part of it. A small part of it.
We drove the rest of the way in silence until he parked, pulling up behind Darren’s Jeep. He cut the engine and hit the lights. We both sat, neither one moving to leave. “I’m going to ask because, well, I am so deal with it. Are you okay? Someone sent you something and I saw your face before you lit out of there.”
“Honestly? It’s par for the course.”
“I don’t know what that means.”
I sighed, relenting a little. “I think that’s for the best.” I looked back at him, seeing the anger still simmering under his surface. Anger at me because of what I said to him, but it was warring with concern. Normally, I’d panic at that look, but I didn’t have it in me. Not tonight.
I was suddenly so extremely exhausted.
Then I swore, remembering my roommates.
To Miles: I got a ride home, sorry to bail.
To Zoe: Sorry. I bailed. I’m home. I hope you guys have a great night.
Zoe: Hi! Yes. Are you okay, though? I know you don’t do personal, but I still need to ask. It’s my thing. I care about my friends.
I stared at her text for a minute. Friends.
Jesus.
When had that happened?
To Zoe: I’m fine. All good. Promise.
To Skylar: Happy birthday! I hope you have a great rest of the night. Have lots of fun.
Zoe: Okay, but we’re here if you need anything. I mean it.
I hit the number from those unknown texts and blocked it. Again. Just like all the others.
I asked Cruz, “You’re still pissed at me?”
“Fuck yes.”
“Want to come up?”
He stared at me, “What do you think? Also, that was sarcasm if you needed it spelled out for you.”
A short laugh escaped me, but I was opening the door. He joined me, and we went up.
We went one round. He left after, and the week was a repeat from earlier.
Every night, he came over after dinner. He left when we were done.
There were no lingering touches, no cuddling, nothing soft but we were almost frenzied. Every time.
We ignored each other in class, and if we saw each other on campus. It was like we were strangers.
That continued for two weeks, until Friday night when he had his next home game.
I went to the hockey game.
