Gold (All that Glitters #2)(97)

“I said I wouldn’t be one of those guys who fell at your feet. You’re just a girl, Bri. A beautiful, smart, funny, amazing girl but just a girl.” He stepped back. His eyes were dark and stormy. “I can’t keep this up. I can’t keep waiting for you to see what’s in front of your face. I know you too well, and I know that you’re lying to me and to yourself. You drove across town in the middle of the night after your new boyfriend dropped you off to come check on me? It’s not adding up.”

“I drove across town to check on my friend. He left, drunk off his ass, and I wanted to make sure he was home alive.”

Eric growled deep in his throat. “Don’t feed me bullshit, Bri. I’m not like everyone else, and you know it. I could see through your bullshit long before we were even friends. Don’t think you’re fooling me now.”

“I’m not trying to.”

“Yes, you are. You’re trying to fool everyone. You think this new you is somehow better. But I saw this side of you while you were still the head bitch of LV State. You don’t have to act with me.”

“I’m not acting!” she cried.

“You know what? Just get out. Go home. Go back to your guilt about kissing me even though I’d put money on the fact that it’s guilt over kissing him.” He walked to the door and threw it open. “Get out, and don’t come back until you can be honest with me. I promise not to see you again or try to convince you otherwise. Just get the f*ck out of my house.”

Bryna gaped at him, but he didn’t look like he was going to budge.

“Fine,” she spat angrily.

And with nothing else that she could do, she walked out the door. He slammed it shut behind her, and she jumped at the force of it.

Eric was gone.

BRYNA WALKED THROUGH THE NEXT FEW DAYS in a hazy blur with a self-destructive streak she hadn’t encountered since she last saw Jude. She didn’t want to think about that night with Eric, yet she couldn’t stop thinking about it. It had spun completely out of control. She felt out of control, soaring through a vortex without hope of escape.

And it would only get worse when she saw Eric. Every day, he’d walk past her like nothing had happened. She understood his anger. She would have understood him ignoring her or giving her the cold shoulder. But he didn’t do that.

He was perfectly nice. Almost too nice. He didn’t tease her or flirt with her or try to convince her of anything. He acted as if nothing had ever existed between them. Nothing at all.

It was unbearable. She hadn’t known it would be.

Part of her dreaded those fake few seconds of his time, but then her heart would still skyrocket when he walked in the room.

Even worse…she was doing this to herself.

She could change it. All she had to do was swallow her pride and say something to Eric. But she didn’t know how. She wanted to make it better, to go back to the way they were, but she knew he wouldn’t be satisfied with that. They had crossed a line somewhere along the way, and then she had run headlong in the other direction. Fear paralyzed her.

“You’re drooling,” Stacia whispered.

“Am not.”

“Eric does look good today, B. But shouldn’t you be drooling over your boyfriend?”

“He’s not my boyfriend.”

“I was talking about Cam,” she joked.

“I know.” She tore her eyes from Eric. “Stacia, can I ask you a question? I know how Trihn would answer, and that’s why I haven’t asked her.”

“Shoot.”

“What would you do if you realized that you made a terrible, terrible mistake and didn’t know how to fix it?” Bryna bit her lip, and her eyes drifted back to Eric.

“What would I do if I had slept with Eric and then pushed him away, all while dating someone else?” Stacia mused.

Bryna rolled her eyes. “We didn’t sleep together while I was dating Cam. We kissed once or twice…or three times.”

“Hmm…Trihn would tell you to march over there right now and confess your mistake.”

“I know.”

“I think you should probably fix your other… problems first.” Stacia placed her hands on her hips “I can’t tell you what to do, B. You kind of do whatever you want anyway, but I can say that Eric was a really good friend to you. Could you imagine your life without him?”

“No,” she admitted.

“Could you imagine it without Cam?”

Bryna was silent. It was answer enough.

“Thanks, S.”

“Anytime.”

Bryna took a deep breath and walked the short distance to where Eric was standing, talking to a new cheerleader, Bethany. She was a doe-eyed freshman and was staring up at Eric with hero worship. She was going to need to cut that out.

“Hey,” she said.

“Bryna,” Eric said.

She bit her lip. She hated this formality between them.

She turned and stared at Bethany until she squeaked and ran away. Her reputation preceded her. She expected Eric to make fun of her for scaring off the freshman, but he didn’t say anything.

“Can I talk to you later tonight?” she asked.

“You’re talking to me right now.”

“I know. I mean…can I come over and talk to you?”