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Hunter doesn’t drop my hand as he pulls me toward the door. “So, tell him. Break up with him or whatever.”
I roll my eyes. “We’re not dating for me to break up with him. And I was honest with him last night.”
Hunter pauses at the door, turning to face me. “With things like this, you can’t be subtle. Be confident in what you’re saying and just tell him you don’t want to date him.”
I sigh. “It’s your fault anyway. You’re the one who practically forced him to ask for my number.”
He grunts, but doesn’t say anything as he pulls me behind him.
He knows I’m right.
Hunter doesn’t say a word as we get in the car and head toward campus. It feels strange to be heading there this late in the afternoon.
Once we park the car, Hunter walks me to my old dorm room at a quick pace. He opens the door for me, motioning for me to walk inside.
It’s weird to be back in my room. I haven’t been in here since the morning an assassin broke in and tried to kill me. Hunter saved me, like always. I barely spent any time in here at all.
We barely get the door shut before there is a knock on the door.
My heart races.
Hunter gives me an encouraging smile as he heads to my closet. I feel weird about him hiding inside there while he waits. I’m also aware that he will hear every awkward word of the conversation Griffin and I are about to have.
I take a deep breath before opening the door.
Griffin is standing on the other side. He’s wearing a pair of jeans, a t-shirt, and sneakers. He looks a lot like he did the day I met him. He’s cute. I’ve always thought so. It’s just…
He’s not Hunter.
“You want to come in?” I ask him.
He nods.
I open my door wider, inviting him in. I shut the door behind him and turn around to face him. He looks around my dorm room with his eyebrows drawn together.
“Uh, where is your stuff?” he asks.
“My… stuff?”
He turns to face me. “You know… pictures. A comforter that isn’t the standard white one the schools provide. Anything at all.”
I worry my bottom lip between my teeth, trying to figure out what to say to him. “Look, Griffin, not everybody that goes to our schools have amazing lives. Some of us have nothing.”
“But you’re a Bradbury,” he says, like that should mean something. And it would mean something if I weren’t the unwanted stepchild.
I shrug. “Not really. I’m Cove Lawson. My mom just happens to be married to William Bradbury.”
He furrows his brows. “I’ve seen the kind of car your stepbrother drives, Cove. You’re telling me they give him the world and you get nothing?”
I press my lips firmly together.
This is why I don’t usually let people get close to me. I hate when they question why things are the way they are. It sucks, but it’s my life.
“You’re kind of making me feel bad for what I’m about to say.” Griffin rubs a hand at the back of his neck, not making eye contact.
My heart races.
What if he mentions the crush he thinks I have on Hunter? He’sright, but I don’t want Hunter to know.
