Michael
"Come to the house," Brandon said after practice.
"We'll grab a few beers and order a pizza." He ran his hands through his hair.
"The only thing is-we kind of have to eat out back."
"What?" I laughed.
"Yeah. The girls are there to study or something. They don't want to be bothered. Plus--they hate it when I'm there."
I raise my eyebrows in disbelief.
He rolled his eyes.
"It's not that bad, asshole. I'm still allowed to be home. Just not...inside the house."
"You're so-wait. Study group?"
He nodded, eyebrows bunched in confusion.
I feigned disinterest.
"So uh-who attends this so called study session?"
"Just Jane, Ali and their friend Lauren."
I ignored the pounding in my chest.
"Hey, did you hear that?"
"Hear what?" Her eyebrows furrowed.
"The sound of your ass being whipped." And I laughed.
"Fuck off."
*****
She was all I could think about the entire drive to his house.
When we got there, the girls were all sitting around the coffee table, books in hands.
There were glasses of wine or champagne, or whatever it is chick's drink, on the coffee table, along with some boxes of tissues and a bag of chocolates.
Champagne, tissues, and chocolates? Odd choice for a study group.
Their heads all whipped up when they heard us walk in.
Brandon went to Jane, kissed her on the cheek, and then headed to his room.
They all went back to reading, like I wasn't even here.
Lauren glanced up, but looked straight back down when she saw it was me.
No smile. No frown. Nothing.
I went to sit on the sofa while I waited for Brandon.
I looked around and saw the books they're holding and those are in no way textbooks at all.
"So... You girls don't look like studying so what are you guys doing?"
"Just reading." Jane said through a sob.
I looked around and the three of them are all sobby messes.
"Reading what?" I asked curiously.
"It's none of you business, Michael." Ali replied, wiping at her face.
What the hell was going on? What are they reading? My eyebrows bunched together in confusion. Their eyes were red and puffy from crying.
YOU ARE READING
Make It Or Break It
Romance"What happened, Bradford, is that I already let you break my heart once." Then she stood up, adjusted her dress, and walked out of the room. I didn't call her name. I didn't stop her. I didn't follow her. I just sat there, in a dark room, feeling so...
