BROKEN AND SCREWED(Broken_Part One)(50)

Angie glared at him. “I’m going to make you pay for this, you know.”
“Yeah, but that’s another reason why having Alex around is a good idea for me. You can’t fillet my ass.”
She opened her mouth, ready for another seething retort, but then she jerked in the air and gasped. She whirled around, red in the face and eyes, as a hand reached around to her butt. Her mouth opened and closed like a goldfish’s for a second and then the scathing look intensified. “You pinched my ass!”
Justin hooted before he burst ahead of us down the hallway.
“Justin!”
He waved the card in the air. “Good luck getting into the room. I’ve got the key.”
“AH!” And she took off after him.
I stayed back and watched as the two chased each other down the hallway. Justin was giggling, Angie was growling, but right before she turned the corner, I saw the smile on her face as well. I sighed on the inside. They were in love. They had been for such a long time.
I wanted that. I did, but then an old feeling inside of me triggered again.
People didn’t find the love they had. Not really. And if they did, they were lucky, incredibly so.
With that thought, I knew I had to get my own room. I was the fifth wheel on this trip. When I went back to the front desk, a worker told me that there were no empty rooms. I needed to have a reservation at least a few weeks in advance. After she told me all this, with a blank expression on her face, I wondered if Marissa had booked two rooms from the beginning.
“Street girl?”
And then I stopped wondering about it.
Cord Tatum stood behind me with his arm around a girl’s waist. He was dressed in Grant West University gear, with athletic pants and a sweatshirt that looked like it might’ve cost over a $200. Two other guys were with him, dressed the same. The girl wore a skimpy red top and jeans that were like a second skin.
He flashed me a grin. “Marissa’s friend, right? You bitched me out on the street by Benson’s house.”
I gave them a wry grin. For some reason, I was uncomfortable that he remembered that. “Yeah, I guess so.”
His gaze flicked past my shoulder to the front desk worker. “What are you doing? You getting a room?”
“That’s cute, thinking you can get a room here.” The girl flicked her red hair over her shoulder and laughed. She trailed a hand down his arm and rested it on his chest.
My eyes narrowed at her, but I responded to him, “My friends already got rooms, but they’re coupled up. It feels weird, you know?”
“Ah. Got it.”
One of the guys nudged him from behind. Cord’s eyes lit up. “Hey, we have a few empty beds with the team. You could bunk with one of us. We’d have to put you with a decent guy.”
“Or one that’s neutered,” a buddy snickered behind him.
My smile strained at the ends. “Uh…” But I remembered the front desk’s snippy words and my fingers let go of my bags. They dropped to the floor. “Sure.” I was desperate at that moment. But then I remembered all of his words. “Wait, you said your whole team? Your whole team is staying here?”
He nodded. “Yeah, we have a game tomorrow. I ran into Marissa at the airport and she badgered me for tickets.” He shrugged. “It’s no big deal. I figured I owed her for what a jackass I was before.”
I nodded. I had guessed that was how she’d gotten those tickets, but some excitement sparked in me at the idea of watching Jesse play again. It’d been too long. It’d been too long since I had felt him too.
Cord’s eyes were thoughtful on me. “I think Hunt got his own room.”
The same guy snickered again, “Golden Boy ain’t going to share a room, not unless he’s banging the chick.”