Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)(25)
“I mean it. Don’t call him. Call me. I can get kicked out of school. That’s no problem for me. I can go to the college across town. Whatever. It’s not a D League, but it’s still a good school. I can handle the blowback. I need to, for Mason. Nothing can happen to him. I can fight. He can’t. He has to be really careful, especially with this dickwad. He’s not a normal dickwad. He’s got some brains.”
I nodded, forcing my head to move up and down, as my neck muscles seemed paralyzed.
The serious moment was done. Logan added, his voice more carefree, “It’s like he’s a dick who has serious sperm in his wad, if you know what I mean.” His knee nudged mine. “Hey. Hey? You know what I mean? It’s like he’s extra fertilized, but we have to keep him from spraying all over us—”
I shoved back at his knee and hopped off the table. “We’re going back to the party, and I’m going to drink. You,” I pointed at him as he was trying to hold his laughter in, “stop talking to me about dicks, wads, and who’s fertile or not. Call Heather if you want to have that conversation. I’m sure she’s got her own theories for that stuff but not me. That’s gross.”
He laughed as he climbed off the table and started to follow me back inside. Right before we got to the door, he grabbed my arm, stopping me. The jokes were gone again. “This doesn’t have to do with Sebastian, but it’s about Jax.”
I waited. He never explained anything about Heather before. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know, but I kept quiet.
“Jax and I—it’s not a thing, and it won’t hurt your friendship.”
I studied him, looking up at him in the moonlight.
He shrugged and looked away. “That was the first ground rule Heather put down. Whatever happens, it won’t harm you. We promise. Both of us.”
I nodded. “Good enough for me.” I gestured over my shoulder to the house. “And can you kinda be a dick to the other two girls from my floor? I can see that they’re both already falling in love with you, and I don’t want to deal with that, especially when I go to the restroom. I don’t want some chick trying to hop into my stall, asking for a date with you.”
“Ah.” Logan’s shoulder straightened. His usual smirk adorned his face, and just like that, the serious Logan was gone and the womanizing one was back in play. He pretended to crack his knuckles, stretching his arms over his head. “I’ll see what I can do, but, Sam, I’m like a god among mortals. I can’t help who falls in love with this.” He gestured up and down his body and winked at me. “Girls are going to love what they can’t have.”
It was my turn to snort. “Please. You give plenty of yourself away.”
He barked out a laugh, catching the door as I pulled it open. His arm came over my head again, and he held the door for me. Going back inside, the music seemed even louder, and when we saw most of our crew was on the dance floor or on the couches, I knew all the serious conversations were done for the night.
It was time to have fun.
Summer saw me from the dance floor—her arms winding up and down above her head, her hips moving in rhythm with the music—and she motioned for me. With the bright smile she was giving me, I figured Logan hadn’t put too big of a wedge between us.
Making sure he saw where I was going, I headed to meet her on the floor. Kitty moved away, making room for me in their makeshift little circle. I spotted Nina on the couch. Blaze was sitting next to her, still wearing a toga, and he had the pony keg this time. She looked ready to launch into outer space. He put his arm around her, and I started to laugh. She grabbed her legs, as if forcing herself to stay on the couch.
I had a feeling things with this group of people were going to be okay.
Step one was done.
I made some friends.
MASON
“You’re dragging, Kade.”
I was doing sprints, and I stopped, heaving for breath, as Drew came over and lined up next to me. He was right. I was.
Sam crawled into bed with me the night before, and I’d loved every minute of it, but an hour later, we’d both decided she should wake up in her dorm room. The whole commitment to staying in the dorms for the first month was going to be taxing on both of us, and that meant another hour of being awake because I’d driven her back. I walked up with her, and for another fifteen minutes, we’d stood outside her door before she went inside. I was dragging, but I didn’t care.
Remembering Sam as she’d straddled me, leaning back and letting her hair fall down so that the tips of it grazed my legs, gave me enough of a boost, so when Drew and I both took off, racing each other now, I pulled ahead halfway.
I was waiting at the end as he finished his sprint. I drawled, grinning at him, “Who’s dragging now?”
He grunted, bent down, and tossed a towel at me. “You’re a smart-ass.”
I used the towel to wipe my face. “Someone has to be. Matteo’s gone.”
Drew sobered as we walked to the side bench for water. The first part of the morning was spent running around the track. Afterward, we were herded into the locker room for a quick talk with the assistant coaches, and then they’d let us back out to do individual drills. Mine had been sprints. Drew caught me at the tail end of doing thirty. I’d have to go back and do another thirty before calling it quits and going to class.