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WITH EVERY HOUR THAT passes without an answer from Kayleigh, the more I drink. At this point, I’ve had five shots and a countless number of beers. The room spins if I stay still for too long, but I don’t stop. By the time that it hits 10 PM, I send one of the pledges to go check on her, finally getting her whereabouts out of Caleb.
“Okay, you’re way too hot to look so sad.” A girl tells me.
It looks like there are two of her. Her hair is a familiar color, but she’s not my Kayleigh. Her eyes don’t sparkle and her voice doesn’t calm me like Kayleigh’s does.
“M’not sad.” I lie. “I’m just a little tipsy.”
She laughs softly and puts her hand on my chest. “Babe, you’re way past tipsy.”
I roll my eyes. “Okay, buzz kill. Is that all you needed? To tell me I’m drunk?”
Her eyes gleam deviously. “No. You look like you need someone to take out some frustrations with.”
I’m abou
t to deny her when my phone vibrates in my pocket. It’s from the guy I sent to check on Kayleigh.
Landon: She looks fine to me.
Along with the text is a picture of Kayleigh, sitting at a table with some guy and smiling brightly. I clench my jaw, seeing her look at him the way she should be looking at me right now. Who the fuck is that?
I look back up at the girl standing in front of me and smirk. “You know what? That sounds like exactly what I need.”
Chapter Seventeen
I lie awake in my bed, tossing and turning in an attempt to get comfortable. My brain is flooded with so many thoughts. What the hell did I do? Right after hooking up with that girl, I knew it was a bad idea. I checked my phone right after she left and saw I had a new text.
Kayleigh: I’m ok. We’ll talk tomorrow.
Both fear and relief flooded through me as I read the words. She hadn’t gone and found someone else. The same can’t be said for myself though. Now I can’t seem to fall asleep, worried about what she’s going to do when she inevitably finds out.
She’s going to hate you again. My subconscious continues to berate me for my decisions – something that started as soon as the drunken stupor wore off. I don’t understand it. I’ve cheated on every girlfriend I’ve been with and it’s never had this kind of effect on me. Kayleigh and I aren’t even dating. Why am I beating myself up over this?
The answer looms in the back of my mind but I refuse to acknowledge it. Instead, I slip headphones into my ears and blast music until the exhaustion takes over.
THE FOLLOWING MORNING, I shower and pace around my room anxiously – waiting to hear from the only person I want to see right now. My phone vibrates and I jump to grab it. However, I’m disappointed when it isn’t Kayleigh.
Bianca: I miss you. I’ll see you next month, right?
Rolling my eyes, I delete the message and leave it unanswered. I’ve never had much of an interest in her, but now that I have Kayleigh – at least for the time being anyway – I don’t want anything to do with her. Just as I go to toss the device back onto the bed, it vibrates again. My heart pounds as I see her name appear.
Kayleigh: Morning. Can I come over?
We need to talk.
Staring at the words ‘we need to talk’, I remember it being the same thing I said to Bree when I wanted to break up with her. Fuck, she’s leaving me. Then again, she’s going to do that anyway once she finds out what I did last night. I sigh and type back a quick response.
Me: Of course. I’ll be there in
a few to pick you up.
I grab the keys off my desk and head downstairs. Caleb and Jason are in the living room. I give Jay a quick nod but ignore Caleb entirely. He’s really been pissing me off lately, especially with the smug attitude he had yesterday. Kayleigh would only talk to him and he was rubbing it in my face.
The drive over to campus is filled with nerves. As soon as I arrive, I send her a quick text. Bree may know about us now but I don’t think her seeing me would be a good idea. A few minutes later, Kayleigh emerges from the building and heads toward my car. The sight of her makes my pulse race.
She gets in and thanks me softly, though I’m not exactly sure what for. When I notice her shivering, I turn up the heat. We ride back to the frat house in silence but it’s not awkward. My mind is going crazy with trying to figure out how I’ll break the news of my mistake last night. I don’t want to, per say, but it would be better if she found out from me than someone else.
I pull into the driveway and she takes notice of the guys cleaning up the front yard.
