“I don’t care what you meant. And frankly, I’ve had it with your bullshit, Fynn. Just because your morals are in hell doesn’t mean you can act like I’m as much of a fucked-up person as you are. I love Brooke, and whether you like it or not, we’ll be together for the rest of our lives,” I snapped and leaned closer to him, so there was no chance he was going to miss the next thing that left my mouth. “If I ever hear her name come out of your fucking mouth again, I’ll shove your hockey stick so far up your ass, you’ll taste the wood on your tongue.”
With that said, I forced myself through the drunk and sweaty people to hopefully find my fiancée somewhere.
I tried calling her over and over, but she never picked up, which sort of made sense. It was loud as hell, so unless she had her phone in her hands, she wasn’t going to hear it ring.
After making it outside onto the patio, I took a deep breath before deciding to give Ming a call. Perhaps I should’ve thought of that five minutes ago, but I was honestly more focused on reaching Brooke than him. Hopefully, she was with him.
Much to my surprise, Ming picked up on the first try. “What’s up?”
“Seriously?”
“Where are you?” he asked just before someone screamed right into the phone, almost busting my right eardrum. “Sorry, that was Lane. He thought it’d be hilarious.”
Lane was our goalie. For a year now, I thought he was the coolest guy on the team… I was starting to doubt it.
Who the hell screamed into someone else’s phone because they thought it was hilarious? And the guy was older than me.
“Is Brooke with you?” I asked, deciding I could complain about Lane and my hurting ear after I located my fiancée.
“Sure is.”
“Where are you?”
“I asked first.” He sighed heavily into the phone, a bit dramatically. “Did you know your girlfriend has a very pretty best friend?”
“Rina?” I leaned against the exterior of the house, using all of my strength not to hit my head against the brick wall.
“Rina,” he repeated back to me, dragging her name out in a soft tone. “Brooke’s trying to teach me how to become you.”
“Becomeme?” What was that even supposed to mean? “Why me?”
“Notyou-you. But become like you.”
Why? I thought Ming was a great guy, why would he want to change? “Ming… could you just tell me where you are? Please.”
“You only want to know where I am so you can get to your girlfriend.”
Perhaps I should tell Ming that Brooke and I were engaged so he’d stop calling her my girlfriend. “Exactly.”
“We’re in one of the bedrooms because it’s quieter in here.”
My pulse instantly picked up. “You, Brooke, and Lane?”
“Yup.”
“Did anyone see you go in there?” I headed inside the house, once again wrestling myself through all those drunk college students.
“Yeah, a group of football players,” he replied. “But we locked the door so nobody could come inside. It wasn’t necessary because nobody even tried to kick us out or anything.”
“No shit!” I snapped. “They think you’re having a threesome!”
“Me, Brooke, and Lane?” Ming laughed. “Yeah, right. Brooke’s like a sister to me.”
Before I could reply, a guy from my hockey team swung an arm around my shoulders. “Did you hear that Lui and Vega are fucking your girl? Not sure if it’s true, but it’s said that Ming and Lane went into one of the bedrooms with her.”
Great, people were already talking about it.
“Brooke’s not good with crowds,” I told Holden. “Ming just took her to a quieter place until I’d get here. And Lane is… Lane. That guy’s always everywhere.”
