Be with Me (Wait for You #2)(40)

And going to the party was a good opportunity to prove to myself that I was done with Jase—-that I could be around him without -flailing.

After drying my hair, I tugged it up in a loose bun and pulled on a pair of black leggings. The cute shirt was out of the picture, so I settled on a long, loose polka--dotted blouse and my favorite, worn--way--too--much denim skirt. As I slid my feet into a pair of flats, my phone chirped.

Slipping my cell into my back pocket along with my key card, I took a deep breath and then headed out. Tonight will be fun. Tonight will be normal. I would be like any other almost nineteen--year--old heading out to a party. I would have fun.

Parked at the curb, Cam was behind the wheel of Avery’s car. As I trotted up to the back door, Cam was pulling back from the passenger seat, where Avery sat with cheeks as pink as Valentine’s Day cards.

I climbed in the back, grinning. “I’ll be amazed if you guys make it out of college without having procreated a soccer team’s worth of kids.”

Avery’s brown eyes widened. “Oh, God, no . . .”

I laughed, buckling myself in as Cam’s eyes appeared in the rearview mirror. I gave him a big smile. “What? No kids?”

“Ah, not in the near future,” he replied.

“But that means you guys have thought about it?” I wondered if Jase had ever considered wanting kids with Jack’s mother? Probably not when they were sixteen, but in the future.

Avery’s cheeks were now red. “Not really. I mean, that’s really serious. Not that we’re not serious.” She patted Cam’s arm when he returned his gaze to her. She twisted around, grinning. “Anyway, you look really cute. Love the shirt.”

“Thank you. So do you.” And she did, dressed in jeans and a pretty green shirt that complemented her coloring perfectly. “How many -people are going to be at the party?”

“Not many,” Cam answered, spinning the wheel. “It’s not one of their big ones. You’re probably going to be bored.”

“She’s not going to be bored.” Avery grinned. “Jacob had to back out, but Brit is coming.”

I relaxed against the seat in spite of the twisty motion my stomach was doing. “That’s cool.”

“Is Ollie coming?” she asked Cam.

A smile crossed my lips. I’d met Ollie, Cam’s old roommate a few times. He’d graduated in the spring and while I hadn’t known him well, I knew enough.

“I think he might be showing up later.” Cam reached over, finding Avery’s hand without looking, and threading his fingers through hers.

I focused my gaze on the window, a little uncomfortable. Not because they were touchy--feely—-and they were always touchy--feely—-but because there was a little green--eyed bitch that lived in the pit of my stomach. I shouldn’t be jealous of them.

Shaking my head, I cleared my throat. “What is Ollie going to grad school for again?”

“Med school.”

My eyes widened. “Are you serious? Holy crap. I didn’t think he was . . .” Um, how did I say this nicely? “I thought he smoked away most of his brain cells.”

Avery giggled. “That’s what I thought.”

“Ollie’s smarter than most -people realize,” replied Cam. He blew past the Sheetz, which made me yearn for a jalape?o cheese–stuffed pretzel. “Hell, he’s smarter than he realizes.”

Avery and Cam then fell into a conversation about how they both really believed something was up with Brit and Ollie, but neither of their friends was sharing. Clasping my hands together until my knuckles ached, I focused on the dark shadows outside the car. When Cam hung a right into a subdivision, passing several dark roads with no streetlamps, my breath hitched.

He came to a stop near the end of the street and pulled into an empty spot across from a large, three--story home that appeared to have every light on in the house. Stomach tumbling, I stepped out of the car and inhaled the cool night air. I considered pulling Cam aside and telling him that I knew about Jack, but it didn’t feel right, like it wasn’t my place.

Avery sidled up to my side, looping her arm through mine. “Ready?”

I nodded. As the three of us crossed the street and headed toward the front door, all I could think about was how Jase would react when he saw me. Would he be upset I was there? Would he be happy? Mad?

Fudge on a f*cker. It didn’t matter. I was not here for Jase.

Cam held the door open, and Avery led me inside. I’d never been inside a frat house before, so I wasn’t sure what to expect, but I was somehow still surprised.

The foyer was clean and smelled pretty good. A line of sneakers was near the doorway, and there weren’t any holes in the walls. I wasn’t sure why I expected to see holes.

“Yo!” Cam shouted, edging past us and into the living room. “What’s up?”

Avery rolled her eyes as she slipped her arm free. “Wow. That wasn’t loud.”

Several guys were in the living room, crowding around a couch and TV. My skin prickled when I recognized Erik. He looked up and then quickly refocused on the game. The way he sat was unnaturally straight. Beside him, Debbie appeared okay. She smiled and gave me a little wave.

I waved back, wanting to apologize for earlier, but I knew right now or when Erik was nearby wouldn’t be a good thing.