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He exhales heavily. “Only using me for my intel. I get it. You never truly loved me.”
“Trayland!”
“Okay, okay,” he laughs. “I just figured you'd want to know your girl is here, and she's pretty wasted.”
At the sound of his words, I sit up. “Amelia's drunk?”
Carter snickers. “I didn't even have to say who I was talking about.”
I swear to God, I'm going to kill this prick. “Fuck off.”
“Hey, I just call it like I see it,” he argues. “But if you want her, you better come get her. She's currently a little too close to Mason Lockhart.”
“For fucks' sake,” I grumble, pulling a shirt on and grabbing my keys. “Isn't Easton there?”
“I think so, but he disappeared upstairs with some other blonde.”
Kennedy, which means she doesn't even have her roommate looking after her right now. “Okay, I'll be right there.” Just before I hang up the phone, I stop. “Carter?”
“Yeah?”
“Thanks.”
He hums. “No problem.”
THE PARTY IS AT the biggest frat house on campus. Mason's frat house, to be specific. People fill both the inside and the outside, with some students even puking or passed out in the lawn. I'm surprised the cops haven't been here yet to shut this place down.
I throw the car into park and jump out. I don't know whether it's the look on my face or the fact that they're drunk enough to be paranoid, but everyone jumps out of my way as I storm inside. It only takes me a second before I find her.
Trayland was right. Amelia is clearly shitfaced, and chivalrous Mason is helping by putting his hands on her hips to keep her upright as she sways.
“They look cozy,” Carter says, appearing next to me.
I'm sure he's got some sarcastic smirk on his face, but I can't look away from Amelia to find out.
“You scored points tonight. Don't make me take those away.”
He chuckles and murmurs something else, but all my attention is zoned in on Mason as he tucks a strand of hair behind Amelia's ear. She leans into his touch, and just like that, I've seen enough.
I push my way through the remaining students on my way over to them.
“Come on, Amelia,” I tell her. “We're leaving.”
Mason pulls her closer to him. “Do we have a problem, Bronsyn?”
“No, but we're going to if you don't take your fucking hands off her,” I spit.
Amelia turns and narrows her eyes on me. “Go away, Zayn.”
“Not a chance,” I laugh dryly. “You're coming with me. Let's go.”
She squares her shoulders. “I'm not going anywhere with you.”
I bite my lip and step closer. “Either you walk out that door with me, or I'll carry your ass out.”
“You wouldn't,” she challenges.
In one swift move, I grab her and throw her over my shoulder. She shrieks, but then she's nothing but giggles as I start walking toward the door.
