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He’ll lose interest soon.
Move on to someone else.
I’m not interested in standing in line behind all the other girls on this campus who want to fuck him.
At least, that’s what I tell myself as I head for the pool table.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
AIDAN
I’m jealous.
Jealous.
Because of a girl.
I didn’t realize what this simmering annoyance was right away. Not until I was already over at the table talking to Rylan’s friend, trying to figure out why Thomas sitting across from my tutor pissed me off so much. To the point that I ditched my teammates and signed up to play trivia.
Until I experienced the rush of relief, discovering I’d misread the situation and Clayton was interested in Rylan’s friend.
Fucking idiot.
I’m fully on board theFuck Thomastrain now, right next to Hart. I don’t see any more buddy-buddy bathroom chats in our future.
And I’mstilljealous. The aggravation has only gotten worse, watching her laugh at something a guy with slicked back hair holding a cue stick says. I have no clue who he is. If I did, I would have come up with a better reason to warn Rylan away from him than that he plays pool.
I stand and head for the bar again, ignoring the guys who call out to me with drink requests. When the bartender reaches me, I just order water.
As much as I’d love to get wasted, I drove here. And Conor said it’s pouring out, so I’d rather not have to walk home. Plus, who the hell knows what I would do drunk. I cornered Rylan by the restrooms after one beer, basically begging her to hook up again.
I don’t do that shit. If a girl I hooked up with moves on to another guy, I’m relieved. That is, if I even notice she has.
I don’t sulk or mope or fantasize about bodychecking a guy whose name I don’t even know into the boards.
Even more pathetically, my eyes keep ending up on her as if there’s some magnetic attraction to the spot where she’s standing. Each time I hope she’s ditched the guy, instead of being glad she’s moving on from her asshole of an ex. Rylan’s right—I’ve hooked up with plenty of girls. I’m in absolutely no position to dictate how she spends her Thursday night.
Still…I keep glancing over there, hoping something’s changed. That she’ll look upset or uncomfortable, and I’ll have an excuse to go over and start shit. Startmoreshit, I mean.
Nope. She’s waving her arms around, and the guy’s grinning at her like he just won the goddamn lottery.
“Did you already order?” Harlow appears, shoving into the small space between me and the girl next to me, who keeps glancing over here.
“Yes.” My response is short.
I’m irritated at Harlow, for no reason except she was the one who initiated the introduction with the guy currently checking out Rylan’s tits.
So whatif she’s smiling at another guy?
So whatif she’s pissed at me again?
I. Don’t. Care.
Except…I do.
“No problem. I’ll wait.” Harlow remains beside me. “Everything okay?”
I paste a smile on my face as she glances this way. “Of course. Just tired from the game earlier.”
