Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(44)

We had to write a paper for our group project and he grumbled the entire time in the library about what chick Jesse was banging. Cord stared at me the whole time. I ignored both of them. Jamie kept complaining the whole time. The only time when he didn’t was when he had spotted a leggy blonde or a hot brunette. His words, not mine. Then he’d talk about them the whole time, rating them on his scale, and a few times he would leave the table to score a date or he’d just salivate from the distance.

I was listening to the same rant from him as we met for our last time to go over the paper. We had to plan a presentation, but my part was in the beginning. It was the easiest; I just introduced the group. Cord and Jamie wanted to do the rest. Jamie boasted that they had the most charisma. Cord told me Jamie wanted to be a news sports anchor after college. I asked him if Tiffany knew about those plans, but he only shrugged and went back to typing on the computer.

“All right. I’m done.” Jamie dumped his book on our table and stood to stretch. His massive arms touched some girls as they were walking by us, but he paid them no attention. When I caught a small grin on his face as he sat back down, I knew he’d done it on purpose. The two girls who’d been targeted giggled together as they took the table behind us. They recognized the two basketball players.

Apparently they didn’t hold much interest because Jamie’s next words were, “Let’s go to the cafeteria. I’m f**king starved.”

Cord frowned from the computer. “Dude, I’m still typing our bibliography.”

“I’m hungry.”

“I’m not.”

“Come on, man.” A five year old whine came from Jamie’s throat. He lifted his shoulders in a huff.

I waited, expecting his foot to stamp or for him to cross his arms over his chest as he pouted.

He did neither, but I wouldn’t have been surprised if they were still coming. Instead, he rolled his eyes in an exaggerated motion. “You hear my stomach? It’s like Hurricane Murphy in here. It needs to eat or you don’t know what damage will be done.”

Cord jerked his head towards the door. “Go eat. We’ll still be here.”

Jamie turned his surly gaze to me, but my head had gone back to my book. No way was I getting pulled into this tug of war.

“Fine.” Jamie shoved back his chair. “But this sucks, man. I don’t like to eat alone.”

Cord glanced at the two girls still giggling together. “I think you could get company if you wanted.”

“I have a girlfriend.”

“Not on Friday and Saturday nights according to you,” was shot back at him.

“Oh yeah.” A rueful grin escaped him. “And sometimes Thursdays and Tuesday nights too.”

As he left, he lifted his arm and hit the doorframe above his head with a thumbs up in the air.

Cord only shook his head.

I asked, “Why not Sunday, Monday and Wednesday nights?”

“Caught that, huh?”

I nodded. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but I was intrigued. There was a meaning behind their statements to each other.

Cord grinned as he kept typing. “Because those are the nights Tiffany’s over.”

“They don’t see each other on the weekends? Just Sunday?” I was starting to think their relationship was more screwed up than whatever I had with Jesse.

“Sometimes, but rarely. Tiffany likes to spend her time with her friends.” Cord snorted to himself. “She thinks this will be worth the pay-off later and that Jamie will get all his partying out of his system. She thinks by the end of college, he’ll only want to spend time with her and no one else.”

Judging by his sarcasm, I knew Cord wasn’t a subscriber. “I was told that she thinks he’s going to law school and in five years will run for political office. Does he really want to be a sports news anchor?”

“Yeah, but don’t tell anyone.”

“Who’d I tell? Jesse?”

“I know you have some little friends. Hannah. That other girl that’s always with her.”

Oh yeah. I was friends with them. We ate every night together and as I thought of that, I glanced at the clock. I was running late. “I have to go.”

“You’re leaving too?”

“Sorry. My part is done. I wrote the first section of the paper. Remember?”

“I thought you’d stay for moral support.”

“Nope. I’m outta here.”

“Alex.”

“See ya, Cord!” Stuffing my books and papers back in my bag, I flashed him a quick grin and waved as I hurried in the direction of where Jamie had just gone. I had no plans on meeting up with him. I really did have to meet with Beth and Hannah. The daily supper date was now a tradition for us and it was highly anticipated every night for me. They didn’t ask questions about the years before or bring up names or things that happened to me. They were comfortable to be around, unlike Marissa, who had emailed me every day since her visit.

She was determined to be friends again. I had no interest. That ship had sailed. Accepting her friendship was the beginning of a slippery slope. I just knew it. Then Angie would be in contact. Justin might be with her. Even Eric might give me a phone call.

They had all ditched me.

I wasn’t signing up for a second abandonment.