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His nostrils flared. “Not Mom and Dad’s. The townhouse.”
“That’s where you and Win live.”
“You have a room there too.” His voice was practically strangled. I didn’t know what he was getting so pissy for. He should be thankful to be rid of me.
“I’m going to my dorm.” I decided.
“You aren’t staying alone. You have a head injury,” he argued.
“I won’t be alone. It’s a dorm filled with Elite.”
“You don’t have a roommate.” Max pressed.
“We can—” Ryan started, but Max’s patience snapped.
“Wesley Evan Sinclair, you arenotgoing to your dorm, and that’s fucking final.”
I opened my mouth to argue, but the ringing of his cell cut us off.
“What?” Max barked into it the second he answered. He grunted. “Tell your brother he’s staying at home.” His boots stomped over the floor, and his cell pressed against my ear.
“Wes?” Win asked.
“Hey, Win.”
His concern was palpable. “How are you this morning?”
“Fine,” I replied.
“You get discharged?”
“Yeah, I’m going to my dorm.”
He made a gruff sound. “Go home. Where Max can watch you.”
“Win—”
“I’m serious, Wes. It’s bad enough I’m across the world. Please stay with Max. I won’t worry as much.”
I bit into my lip, stealing a glance at Max who looked like a smug asshole standing there smirking. He knew I wouldn’t want to worry my brother. It had taken a lot just to convince him to go abroad for this semester.
“Fine. But only for a couple days.”
Max’s shoulders slumped, and he suddenly looked older than his twenty-two years. I didn’t feel bad for him. It wasn’t my fault he was acting like an asshole.
I didn’t bother saying anything else to my brother, just handed the phone out to Max. He took it, saying, “I’ll call you later,” and then hung up.
Stalking over to the bed, Max picked up his shirt, the one I’d slept in last night, and shrugged it on. I turned away, to my friends. Both Ryan and Jamie were watching Max. I recalled how they looked at me last night when Max went into that bathroom.
Suddenly, I was so tired. My head hurt, my body hurt, and these crutches made my armpits hurt. “Did you drive here?” I asked Veronica who was still standing right beside me.
Her head bobbed. “Yes.”
“Can you give me a ride home?” I thought about my BMW and then automatically looked at Max. “What happened to my car?”
I regretted it instantly, the instinct to ask Max, to go to Max when something needed fixing. I wasn’t his problem. Forcing my eyes off my brother, I looked at Ryan, but Max was the one who answered.
“The cops towed it. It’s at the shop, waiting for the insurance guy. But I can tell you right now it’s totaled.”
