Fallen Crest Public(27)

“Sam?”
“It’s nothing.”
But it wasn’t nothing.
“Hey.” His tone softened and it did what it always did. It reached inside of me, loosened the knot that had formed in my throat, and pulled me towards him. I had to grin. Mason Kade would always hold this power over me, and as he tugged me against him, all my anxiety and concerns were pushed away. “What’s going on with you?”
“Nothing.” I corrected, “Nothing that’s important. What do you think about Tate and Logan?”
“You mean,” he raised an eyebrow, “besides what he just said? We’re supposed to let up on her?”
“She draped herself all over him and he seemed to like it.”
“Oh.”
Nothing. No reaction. Just an ‘oh.’ Tilting my head to the side, I studied him and narrowed my eyes. “Oh? That’s it?”
He flashed a grin before pressing a kiss to my forehead. “I’m not worried about Tate anymore. Not that much anymore.”
Bombs exploded. The apocalypse had arrived. I could only stare in shock as he leaned back against the wall and pulled me between his legs. Looping his arms around my back, I was firmly enveloped in his arms, but I couldn’t enjoy it. My stomach had started on a loop, rolling over and over again.
He sighed, watching me. “What?”
“Come again?”
“I’m not that worried about her.”
“And when did this happen?”
His eyes narrowed, just a fraction, before he caught his reaction. Then it went back to the normal mask he wore in public. I felt like I’d been kicked in the stomach. It’d been a long time since he used that mask on me and anger started churning inside me. “I think my boyfriend left his body and someone took over. Who are you and what did you do with Mason?”
“You’re being funny now?” he shot back, straightening away from the wall.
His arms fell and I stepped back. There was always a chill when I left his shelter, but not this time. I was growing heated as the conversation continued. “I’m sorry. Was that role taken? Only Logan can have his one-liners? Remind me of my role. I wasn’t aware that I could never question my boyfriend.”
“Sam, come on.”
“No, you come on.” My voice rose.
He glanced around and reached for my arm. “People are listening.”
“I don’t care.” I stepped further back and his arm fell back to his side. “I want to know when you suddenly decided Tate wasn’t something to be worried about.”
“It’s not like that. I just …” He shook his head. “Can we talk about this later?”
“I want to know what’s happened. I know there’s a reason why you’ve decided to let Tate off the hook.”
“She does go to school here—”
My voice lifted again. “Not helping.”
His shoulders dropped.
I added, “Before we were even together, you hated Tate. You went to parties just to humiliate her. You whispered some mojo to her the first day of school, and I don’t think that it was pleasant, and now four days later you don’t care? Logan likes her; I can tell. She’s going to hurt him again. No one worries you and she worried you. That made me worried too.” My chest grew tight and I knew I must’ve started to look enraged. Mason wasn’t even fighting back. “You better tell me what’s going on and do it now.”
My heart was pounding. I delivered one of my best mini-rants and I stood there, waiting for his response.
My answer?
He shrugged. “I don’t know what to say to you. I just don’t think he loves her anymore, so I’m not that worried.” Then he pushed off from the wall and left.