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A minute later, Cade slides back into his chair. “We’ve got a job tonight,” he says to no one in particular.
“What kind of job?” Bexley sits straighter, and I notice the way he grips his silverware.
“Don’t worry, Easton. You’re off the hook tonight. This doesn’t concern you.”
“Like fuck it doesn’t.” He slams his hand down on the table. “I’m as much Electi as you are.”
Bexley’s outburst startles me.
“Well, not tonight, you’re not. Q was clear about who they want involved, and your name didn’t come up. Guess you’ve got a way to go to prove yourself.” Smugness drips from Cade’s voice.
Bexley leans forward a little, gritting his teeth. “That’s bullshit, and you know it.”
“Easton, leave it,” Channing says, while Tim, Brandon, Ashton, and Alex watch the two of them stare each other down.
“You should listen to Rexford.”
The air crackles with tension, but eventually Bexley concedes. Pushing back from the table, he shoots up. “I’m going to class. Alex?” He glances at his friend.
“I… uh, I’m still eating.”
“Whatever.” Bexley stalks off out of the room.
“Watch him,” Cade says to Channing. “He seems to listen to you.”
“You want me to babysit him?”
“Just keep an eye on him. We can’t have him making waves.”
“Too late for that, if you ask me.” Ashton pins me with a dark stare, but I don’t cower, glaring right back.
“Relax, Ash. Easton knows he needs to play nice.” The way Cade says the words, so cockily, so full of conviction, makes me wonder what he’s up to.
“You should hang out with Sasha tonight,” he says to me, letting his hand drift up my thigh. Thankfully, I have shorts on, so he can’t get very far.
“Actually, I was thinking of going to see my parents.”
He stiffens—only for a second, but I catch it.
“What?” I ask him.
“Nothing.” He gives me a thin smile. “I’m sure they’ll be happy to see you. While you’re there, you should talk to your mom about the Coglio. There isn’t long left, and you’ll need a dress.”
My heart drops. He’s right. It’s next weekend.
“Maybe I’ll do that,” I force out.
The guys go back to their regular conversation. I watch Alex laugh and joke with them, and I don’t know whether to be relieved or disappointed.
“Hey, you okay?” Sasha asks me, and I manage a small nod. As crazy as it is, I am okay.
But I shouldn’t be.
And that’s what worries me.
Bexley wasn’t in economics. I spent the entire hour deliberating whether to text him but in the end, decided against it.
Sasha meets me outside class. “All set?”
