Fallen Crest University (Fallen Crest High #5)(79)

“None of us would be here if you hadn’t tried to meddle in mine.”

“Nate was our brother—”

I shot him down, “I’m not talking about Nate.”

“What are you talking about?” The big guy moved forward, brushing off the girl.

Sebastian shot him a nervous look.

The big guy didn’t care. He said to me, “What do you mean?”

“His politics.” I nodded in Sebastian’s direction. “He wanted to use my name and connections. He never said anything outright, but it was there. I know when a piece of shit is trying to manipulate me into being one of his patsies. That’s what I’m talking about.”

A lot could be argued there. I was bringing up undercurrent dynamics, and most could pretend to be ignorant of them.

This guy didn’t. He nodded slowly, casting a side look at Sebastian. “That’s not what he said to us.”

“I’m the president, Clint.”

“No.” The big guy shook his head, turning to squarely face him. His arms folded over his massive chest again. “You were the president, but the house is gone.”

Sebastian sputtered, “Come on. We’re not really gone. All the old positions hold—”

“No.” His head moved forward. He was almost in Sebastian’s face. “They don’t. The old positions were disbanded when that house burned down, and we were given the ultimatum to remain as students and not as brothers or remain brothers but not students. You could’ve gone to another chapter. You didn’t. You chose to stay, but the old way burned down when the house did.”

“Clint—” Sebastian looked at the rest of their guys.

A few guys shuffled, showing their support for Sebastian. A lot of them didn’t. They didn’t move an inch. Their faces were impassive.

“Look, this is business we can deal with outside of here.” Clint skimmed over Sam, Nate, and me. “Especially now that new information has come forward.”

“Clint—” Sebastian started again, a more authoritative bark to his voice.

But the doors opened. My father, my coach, and Sebastian’s representative walked out. The board members were with them. They all paused in the waiting room to shake hands. My dad shook each member’s hand. All of them were grinning, even Sebastian’s representative.

Miriam was the first to leave, passing by me. She slowed and remarked, “I meant what I said in there. I do think you have a promising future, and your father just made it even more promising. Come and see me at my office sometime. I’d like to speak with you.”

Sebastian’s representative went to him. Their heads bent together before Sebastian reared back, shot me a hostile look, and stormed out. The rest of his friends, Clint included, followed behind at a more sedate pace. Everyone trickled out until it was Nate, Sam, my father, my coach, and me.

My father shook hands with my coach at the door.

My coach said to me, “Keep up with your off-season training, Mason. I’ll be seeing you.”

When he left, I asked my dad, “Logan’s okay?”

James let out a deep breath. “Yeah. He’s resting at the house?”

I nodded.

“I’d like to go see him, but yes, you’re both fine.”

“How much did you pay?”

James cringed. “A lot. Let’s just leave it there.” He clasped me on the arm and squeezed. “It’s good to see you, but I haven’t missed these meetings. You boys used to be hard on the bank account, and you still are.” He became somber. “I have a feeling things aren’t going to be just fine.”

He turned to Sam. “Can I talk to you in private for a quick second?”

She straightened, and her mouth opened slightly. “Sure. Uh, yeah.”

Nate and I followed them outside. James and Sam migrated toward his vehicle. Nate and I went to mine, but we didn’t get inside. We stayed there, leaning against it, as we watched James and Sam talking.

Nate mused, “So…it’s our move next?”

My eyes narrowed. I was studying Sam as she continued talking to my dad.

I murmured, “Yeah, it’s our move.”

Finally.

SAMANTHA

Here we were.

Mason, Logan, Nate, and I were all in the living room, each in a different corner, as we looked at each other. There was a moment of silence. It was a few hours after the board meeting.

Logan hadn’t been ecstatic about Sebastian’s lack of punishment, but he couldn’t argue with only getting a suspension. James hadn’t stayed long. He’d come in, spent an hour talking with Mason and Logan, and taken off again. He mentioned he was going to Fallen Crest and seeing David, but I hadn’t asked. The less I knew about Analise, the better.

“Do I need to have a drink for this talk?” Logan broke the silence. He didn’t wait. He snapped his fingers at Nate. “My gaysome twosome, get me a beer.” He chucked a pillow at him.

Nate chucked it back. “You can walk. Get it yourself.”

Logan extended his middle finger.

Nate laughed and then the moment was done. They both quieted and turned to Mason and me. It was time. A shift happened in the air. It went from lighthearted and joking to a grave seriousness.

The butterflies started in my stomach. They weren’t the nervous kind. They were the kind where I wanted to puke and run for the next four days straight. The showdown with Sebastian wasn’t going to be pretty. I flattened my hand against my stomach, trying to calm those butterflies. I couldn’t lose anyone. That was all I was worried about.