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They were happy, and as much as I was ecstatic for Josie, I needed my own distraction. Without Liam always on stand-by like in Sydney, I knew I had to make friends somehow. And since most of the students from my high school were attending here, it was one opportunity I couldn’t pass.
From what Josie had told me, Greyson was only studying part-time and rarely hung out at parties anymore. This important tidbit made me rejoice. Maybe college life wouldn’t be so horrible since he wasn’t always around.
Wintertime in LA meant there would be days that it would be scorching hot to the point you’d think it was summer already. These particular days were highly celebrated by everyone—most especially the college crowd. Party invites were thrown left and right, and I had to check which ones would be the best to debut myself as part of their crowd. What’s more, since Josie was too busy sucking lips with her man, I had to surprise another “friend” to show me the ropes.
Casually dressed in my distressed jean skirt and midriff, casual, sleeveless tee that showed my electric blue bralette that matched my Havaianas, I gave myself another once-over before I situated my large Ray Bans and left the apartment. Student housing was only a mere block away, so I took a leisurely stroll, loving the warmth of the sun and my positive thinking as of late.
Plucking out my phone from my pocket, I scrolled through Josie’s past messages that had directions to which apartment complex I was supposed to head to. Some of the housing were on the hills, and although they were small and nothing too daunting, going up and down them made me feel like I had worked out on a treadmill.
After walking for another five minutes, I found myself standing in front of the door that said six-nine-six in gold plated lettering. Forming a fist, I was about to knock when the door immediately opened with a goofy-grinning Jet on the other end.
“What’s new, Miss Australia?”
Good to know he was chill to have me around. I thought that since he was Grey’s best bud he’d hate me, too. So finding out that he didn’t, I was truly overjoyed. I needed friends that I knew from a year back and Jet was a good guy who had always had my back.
“Ha. Ha. Nothing much.” I lightly smacked him in the arm, grinning at him as I entered the apartment.
He then introduced me to two other guys that lived with him, Andy and Beau. It gave a glimpse of how quickly things could change once we all moved forward towards the future. He and Grey used to be inseparable, but from what Josie had said, they only hung out once in awhile because Edith consumed most of his time. Seeing Jet now and how genuinely happy he was to see me, it only proved how much he probably missed being around the people he had grown up with through middle and high school.
As he offered me a drink and casually asked about my life in Sydney, I was surprised he didn’t bring up anything about Greyson—or the blatant fact that he was married. However, he didn’t seem to lack any knowledge when it came to all the parties going on this weekend. Maybe he was like me—hurt from Grey, although it was in a different context. Still, maybe that would be a good bit of common ground. That way, I wouldn’t have to hear about him at all, which would be fan-freaking-tastic.
“It’s weird to be back…” I muttered the second I took my fourth sip of the fruity, alcoholic drink he had given me.
He smirked. “I bet. Times have changed, though, haven’t they?” He gave me a straight look. “College life is so different compared to high school, that’s for sure.”
“You sound a little blue…” I teased, wondering if he missed his sidekick. He probably did, though he wouldn’t admit to it.
He shrugged. “Nah—just crap here and there. No biggie.”
“Well, I’m here to listen to your crap whenever you feel the need to rant away,” I kindly offered. “As you can see, I don’t have many friends here without Josie. I need to start playing nice to others, but hey, I found you, so maybe there’s no need for me to play nice. I can act like myself ‘cause you’re used to me acting all sorts of crazy anyway.” It was a joke, somewhat. But I knew Jet had good knowledge about what had happened with Greyson, and I was glad I didn’t have to explain anything because he wasn’t the type to nag and pester someone for details. Grey had long ago pointed out that this was one of the things he liked about being friends with Jet. And I’d have to agree to that.
“Friends, huh…?” He sounded unsure, yet his eyes wickedly looked like he was up for anything. “Don’t know about that. I might know a certain someone who would cut a bitch if he finds out we’re hanging out.” He addressed Greyson in a manner where I didn’t have to thoroughly get into it if it made me uncomfortable. It was done in a nice way, therefore I didn’t feel the need to lie or mask much of my feelings.
“I doubt that. It’s not like that between us anymore. Besides, he’s married and in love.”
He pushed his chin out, pondering, before pouting as he nodded his head slowly. “That he is, my dear friend,” he murmured. “That he is…”
I made a wistful sigh before he caught my attention.
“Let’s get out of here. I’m not sure how college parties go in Australia, but I think you’d like how we do it here—groove and booze—that’s all I’m sayin’.”
“Groove and booze.” I grinned, ready to join in on the fun. “I like the sound of that already.”
CHAPTER56
Grey
“Hey bro,pass the phone to Jet, yeah?” I asked Ro, one of guys that we drift with, the second he took my call.
“Uh, wait a sec.” I heard some muffled sounds then complete silence before the muffled sound began again then his voice came back. “Jet’s inside… busy, I think. I’ll tell him to hit you up, though, cool?”
No, the fuck it wasn’t cool. He was supposed to call me yesterday for a meet that was supposed to happen at midnight, in an hour’s time.
Irritated because he was acting like a motherfucking flake, I transferred some of my anger towards Ro. “Dude, how fucking hard is it to go inside and pull him out of there? If he’s with some chick, then who the fuck cares? He could replace that shit anytime. Now don’t piss me the fuck off!”
I heard him groan loudly as if I was setting him off.
“You got something to say?” My anger was rising, and for some reason, I couldn’t fucking control it. The past two nights had been fucking me up bad. I needed to race tonight—the rush, the sound of the engine, the adrenaline pumping in my veins—I was fucking desperate for it, and this bitch was getting in the way.
