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"Dude, what the fuck was that?" Kai is still holding his beer, and I grasp it out of his hand and take down half of it.
He frowns, pursing his lips, and I shrug. I didn't tell him about the strange encounter with her a week ago, so clearly, my behavior tonight borders on "he finally lost his mind."
"Let's go inside. I want to talk to Zeke's new flame," I say as I hold the bottle back out.
"Bro, I love you, you know that, but I draw the line at sharing a beer with you. I don't want your cooties." My roommate looks mortified.
"Ha!" I bark out a laugh. "I should be more worried about where your mouth has been."
Kai strokes his chin with his thumb and forefinger, grinning. "I guess that's a fair point. I did see Kennedy yesterday and—"
I punch him in the shoulder. "Shut the fuck up."
I pull the door open to the bar and walk inside. Zeke is still at the same table, but his boy toy is nowhere in sight.
"Where is Devon?" I yell over the music.
Rhianna has been replaced with "Antisocial" by Ed Sheeran and Travis Scott.
Zeke glances in my direction before pointing his chin toward the bar. I follow his gaze and find Devon now manning the bar with the brunette who was dancing with MOAB Girl earlier.
I turn to head in the direction of the guy who would give me answers, whether he wanted to or not, when Zeke grabs me by the arm. "What the fuck is going on?" He scowls.
I glance between his face and his hand on me, and he drops it quickly. I like Zeke, consider him a friend, but he knows that no one touches me without consequence. An unfortunate side effect of developing a temper, my fuse blows easily.
When I don't answer, he says, "Don't mess this up for me. Please."
Some of mydeterminationlessens, and I dip my chin in confirmation.
As I reach the bar, Devon glances at me out of the corner of his eye, not showing any reaction. He is fully aware of why I am here, yet he doesn't seem to care.
Interesting.
The brunette stops in front of me. "What can I get you?"
Her tone is too cheery. I saw her mirrored shock when MOAB Girl noticed me—or more like I noticed her. They're friends; there is no question in my mind. But I won't play that card yet.
I nod my head in Devon's direction. "Him."
A smirk forms on her mouth. "Well, well, I didn't know that MPU's football star swings that way."
She wants to play games, then we shall play games. I put on an innocent pout, pretending to consider it. "I'm always open to trying new things."
I can see her fighting a smile. "I don't think you're his type."
I cock an eyebrow. "Oh yeah? Whose type am I?"
She bursts out laughing, then points a finger at me. "You're good, Weston Sheats. I'm not telling you shit." Then, she winks and saunters toward Devon. She places a hand on his shoulder, indicating for him to lean down, and whispers something in his ear. His eyes fly to mine, and he jerks his head up and down.
I plant my ass on one of the barstools and wait. They want to ignore me? Fine. I have time.
To my surprise, it only takes a few minutes before Devon makes his way over to me.
"Wes," he greets me with a blank expression.
I'm impressed as I see the same shift in him as I observed in MOAB Girl earlier. It's like they flip a switch and are a completely different person—one without personality.
"You know my name," I state.
