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“He was there for me when I needed him,” she sneers. “He never told me I should kill our baby. He never lied to me.”
I scoff. “Oh, so what? You're just going to fuck off and be with him then?”
“No! But at least he shows up when I need him to! You ditched me this morning!”
“I didn't!” I hold up the bag from the cafe. “I stopped to get you breakfast and when I came out, all four of my fucking tires were flat.”
She crosses her arms over her chest. “And you didn't think to call? Let me know you weren't coming? Thank God Alec happened to be driving by and remembered I should've been at my appointment.”
“My phone was stolen by whoever—wait.” It all comes together. “He did this!”
“What?”
“That prick fucking did this!” My blood starts to boil as everything falls into place. “He fucking slashed my tires, stole my phone, and drove by your place because he knew I wouldn't be there to pick you up.”
She's already shaking her head before I'm even done talking. “You're unbelievable. You will blame literally everyone you can instead of taking the blame for your own wrongdoings.”
“That's not—”
“I'm not listening to this,” she cuts me off. “If you're not serious about this baby, then leave me alone and let me do what I need to do. My baby's life is not a revolving door for you to be in when it's convenient for you.”
Her words hit me in the chest, and I recoil from them. “I am serious.”
Exhaling, she shrugs sadly as she walks backward toward Alec's truck. “Could've fooled me.”
I watch as she climbs into the passenger seat and they drive away, leaving me standing here alone—with the bag containing Kennedy's muffin still in hand.
THE PARTY SWIRLS AROUNDme, but I can't find it in me to pay much attention. It's been three days since Kennedy has even looked my direction, let alone talked to me. All of my texts and phone calls have gone unanswered. The flowers I sent her were given to Amelia. And the two times I've tried showing up at her dorm, the security guard no longer let me in.
Her message is clear—she's done.
But I'm not.
I look around at the massive house that's entirely too big for the two people who live in it, though I wouldn't expect anything less from Carter. Everything about him screams wealth and power. His father is the district attorney, for fuck’s sake. Rumor has it, he's even running for mayor next year.
Just what Carter needs: an ego that grows with his father's occupation.
There's a DJ in one corner of the living room, and there's an actual catering company in the kitchen. The house is filled with people Carter couldn't name if his life depended on it, Alec included.
I don't know if Kennedy brought him as a dig at me or if there is something going on between them, but it's pissing me off. He hangs on every word she says, and while she's not giving off any of her tells that show she's interested, she's not ignoring him the way she's doing me.
“He looks like a tool,” Carter says as he appears by my side.
I snort. “He is, and so are you. What kind of housewarming party is this?”
He gives me a boyish grin, like he's a child who was given keys to a kingdom. “It's Trayland Style.”
“And Tye allowed this?”
His head gestures over to the other side of the room. “Who do you think suggested the waiters?”
Sure enough, there are people walking around with trays of hors d'oeuvres. I roll my eyes at the whole ordeal, but he's right. This is totally his style. I'm actually surprised he's spent all the time he has been slumming it at my and Zayn's parties. Though, that's probably because they're the biggest ones on campus. We even manage to beat out the fraternity houses.
“Well, I think it's sick,” Z tells him.
Carter pats him on the shoulder. “Thanks, man. Where you been?”
“Jace was showing me his place,” he says, Jace stepping up beside him. “Leave it to you two assholes to buy houses next door to each other.”
