Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(83)
But as soon as I showed that sympathy toward his situation, he’d simply told me it wasn’t worth it. “I stopped caring about it a long time ago, Blondie.”
And his eased expression and reassuring smile made me have no reason to doubt that. As far as I’m concerned, his father is an idiot.
Because anyone who doesn’t want to know Danny is obviously missing out.
Hunkering down as people get to their seats and talk amongst themselves, I pull out my phone and examine the reply I’d gotten from the person I’m here to see.
Danny: Don’t fall for me too hard when you see how amazing I am out there
I almost snort again, which was the same reaction I’d had when I saw it come through originally.
When I’d seen Ali, Dee, and Becca at the dining hall yesterday, I’d been pretty shocked when my former roommate asked what I had planned for the holiday. I even wondered if she was extending an olive branch of sorts by making idle conversation. A branch I would have accepted happily considering I hadn’t heard a word from her since moving out.
I barely see Dee anymore, and Ali talks to me in class and walks with me when we leave, but she usually disappears to meet up with the others soon after. It’s become obvious that sides were chosen, and Olive and Danny are the only two on mine.
I could let it upset me, but then my time is being spent on people who aren’t worthy of it. Because the biggest thing I’ve learned in my over four months at Lindon is that friendship is about the people who walk into your life when everybody else walks out. And the two that I do have are all I need.
An elbow nudges my ribcage, making me turn to one of the people in question. “Alex texted me this morning. He said that the Canadiens have been scouting him.”
I stare blankly at her.
“It’s Montreal’s NHL team,” she explains nonchalantly. “Anyway, he’s going to check out their arena and speak to some of their reps and then head back to the states for the rest of break. We’ve talked about meeting up.”
“Now I know the real reason you agreed to drive this way,” I tease, nudging her back. “I see how it is. You want to link up with him.”
She scoffs. “Bitch, please. If I didn’t agree to come, you’d be so lost sitting here. Plus, you know how much I love football. Not as much as hockey, but it’s a strong second.”
She and Alex have been keeping things “casual” between them from what she’s said. How casual, I don’t know. Unlike Becca, who used to spew details about the men in her life without any prodding, Olive is tight-lipped about her situation with her brother’s nemesis. Besides the first time they hooked up, she hasn’t been as loose on where they stand. But if they’re planning on meeting up over break, it has to mean something.
“What does Sebastian say about that?” I ask, even if her brother’s opinion doesn’t matter. Still, I know she’s close with him—to her whole family. She already admitted she didn’t want to cause a rift by getting involved with people they don’t approve of.
She shrugs. “He doesn’t know. Unless something happens, I don’t see why he needs to. He’s got too much on his plate with the Rangers to deal with anything else. And Alex hasn’t boasted about this and neither have his loyal cronies, so I doubt he’ll find out anytime soon.”
I’m surprised nobody has said a word, which only cements my suspicions about this being way more than casual. “You’re being careful, though, right?”
Olive gives me an exasperated sigh. “If you’re asking if he’s wearing a condom, then the answer is yes.”
Heat blasts my face as two older guys a row ahead of us turn and grin, clearly amused by this conversation.
“Oh my God!” I hiss, smacking my friend as she cracks up over my embarrassment. “I was referring to your feelings. The last thing I want is for you to get hurt because he decides to do something stupid to get back at your brother.”
Thankfully, the guys in front of us have lost interest. They’re pointing at something on the field and mumbling about it.
Olive sighs, wiggling to get comfortable in her seat and passing me my water. “Don’t worry about me. I know the risks. Like I’ve told you, he and I aren’t—”
“Anything serious,” I finish for her, barely able to contain my frown. When I asked if they were exclusive, I hadn’t brought up the party I’d seen him at making out with another girl. Especially when Olive told me, with a sour look on her face, that she doubted they were that serious because of his reputation.
“Anyway, focus on you. You’ve got Lindon’s wide receiver panting after you. I swear, the second you said you were spending Thanksgiving with his family I nearly peed myself. You two would make adorable babies, by the way. I used that photo app I showed you once to merge your—”
“Why would you do that?” I cover my eyes and try holding back the bubbled laugh that builds in my throat. “He’s…we’re…”
“See!” She points at me. “You don’t even know what you are. So, I guess you’ll have to keep telling me the same ‘just friends’ bullshit until you actually believe it yourself.”
My nose scrunches. “He is my friend.”
Who makes me laugh and gives me orgasms.