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I blanched. Again, for a few reasons.
Her lips turned down. “Just please. Don’t waste his time or yours.”
Her chair snapped up after she stood, and I took back what I said about us being able to be loud.
The entire hall gazed back at us as Sloane traipsed down the stairs. My professor had even stopped talking.
The door slammed shut after Sloane exited, and only after the sound bounced off the room for a beat did the professor redirect everyone’s attention forward.
He restarted his lecture, but once more, I just sat there. Apparently, Wolf’s sister didn’t want me with him because she believed I was a party girl.
And, also apparently, he’d had a hell of a year.
CHAPTERTEN
Ares
Fawn:So, your sister came to see me today.
Fawn:Showed up in my class and basically looked like she wanted to kick my ass.
Fawn:She also pretty much called me a party girl and told me I was wasting your time and distracting you.
Fawn:Anyway, thought you should know.
I dropped my deadlift. Barbell literally slipped from my fingers. It hit the floor with a clank, and I picked up my phone.
Fuck.
“Dude? The hell? You okay?”
The boys rushed over, D first. He’d spoken, but Thatch and Wells flanked him. Apparently, I wasn’t the only one who’d stopped lifts.
Christ almighty.
Ignoring my friends, I took a seat on a weight bench, but that didn’t stop my buddies. They crowded the fuck around me, and the shadows dimmed my phone’s backlight. I growled. “Space?”
“Fuck you. Are you okay, bro?” An insult and a question about my well-being in the same sentence. Leave that to Thatcher Reed. He flung back his dark hair. “I told you guys he was lifting too much.”
My eyes rolled, my thumbs hovering over my phone. I couldn’t focus on a text with them surrounding me and shit.
“Space,please,” I requested, nicer this time. I even showed fucking teeth. “I’m fine. You didn’t need to come over.”
They did this shit.All the fucking time,they did this shit. I thought since I was lifting more than them these days, they’d stop, but they hadn’t.
My friends hovered around, their eyes on me. We’d been all working out for a couple hours now. We’d all come back home for the weekend following final classes. Weekends at home were something we often did since Maywood Heights, our small city, wasn’t far away from Pembroke U. Wells and Thatcher were lazy fucks and came back to get laundry done, which I was sure their parents both loved. They had staff at their houses to do it, but still.
Dorian and I weren’t that lazy, and our reasons were far better. He liked to spend time with his folks, and since Sloane and I came home every weekend to see ours anyway, he often tagged along. Sloane and I hadn’t gotten a lot of time as a family with our parents before graduation. Because of that, we did come home, and when all the boys traveled back to Maywood Heights too, we usually hit up the local gym.
I was starting to regret that the way they hovered over me. It’d been terrible since school had started. They did this at Pembroke too when we were working out together.
I sighed. “I’m good. I swear.”
They liked to check in. I got that, and the only reason I didn’t completely lose my shit was because I’d probably do that too. I cared about these fuckers.
And they cared about me.
Dorian huffed, the shirt he’d sweated out tucked in the back of his shorts. He used it to wipe his head before pulling it behind his neck. “You say something if you need us. And don’t be deadlifting shit you don’t need to be. This isn’t a competition.”
