The Mistake(31)
Jesus Christ. I’m such a f*cking bastard.
As guilt floods my stomach, I suddenly comprehend the irrefutable shittiness of what I’ve done. And in that moment, I realize I can’t see Grace again. How can I when a part of me views her as a distraction? When I still experience that awful clench in my gut every time I see Garrett and Wellsy together? When I’m still consumed with envy and anxiety and so much self-loathing?
I’d texted Grace my number earlier and was planning on asking her if she wanted to hang out tomorrow night, but there’s no f*cking way I can do that now. I might be an * for unintentionally using her as a diversion, but now that I’m conscious of my *-ness, I refuse to let it continue. It wouldn’t be fair to Grace.
“No drama?” Dean echoes, jolting me from my troubled thoughts. “Yeah, sorry to break it to you, but the drama train has already left the station. That’s what I came down here to tell you.”
I frown. “What are you talking about?”
“You know Piper?”
Tucker snorts. “Did you really just ask that? We all know Piper.”
My frown deepens, because if Piper Stevens is involved in whatever Dean’s about to tell me, then it sure as hell ain’t gonna be good. Piper is the puck bunny of all puck bunnies. She’s also hot as f*ck, which is why half the guys on the team have slept with her. Which, by the way, is an accomplishment she’s incredibly proud of and happy to advertise.
I have no problem with that, though. Every time I hear someone refer to her as a slut, I threaten a beat-down, because what the f*ck? Most of the dudes I know have screwed their way through college, and nobody bats an eye when they do it. So no, I’m not about to judge Piper for her very active sex life.
Nope, what I have a problem with is the fact that she’s a total bitch who spreads nasty rumors and gossips more than a Hollywood tabloid.
“I was chilling with Niko this afternoon and he told me Piper’s been saying shit about your freshman,” Dean says flatly.
My spine stiffens. “What?”
“Yeah, apparently Piper’s little sister is friends with Grace, and I guess Grace told her about the two of you hooking up? Except for some reason, the little sister thinks she’s making it up?”
“Are you asking me or telling?” I grumble.
“Both? I don’t know. I’ve given up on trying to understand the complexities of women.”
“Preaching to the choir,” Tuck says solemnly.
Dean makes an exasperated noise in the back of his throat. “All I know is that Piper’s spreading it around that some pathetic freshman is lying about doing you, which is obviously bullshit since I had a front row seat to your hook-up last night—you know, when your tongue was bobbing for apples in the back of her throat?”
“The theater was packed with Briar students. If you saw us, then I’m sure other people did too.”
“Oh, they saw you, dude.”
“Then why is anyone even buying Piper’s bullshit? I wasn’t trying to hide that we were going at it.”
“Hey, if you say shit with confidence, people are going to believe it.” He shrugs. “Anyway, figured you should know that Piper’s being Piper again. She’s tweeting about it too, Niko said. She made up some catty hashtag about your girl.”
What? I snatch my phone off the coffee table and launch the Twitter app. “What’s the hashtag?”
“No idea. I’m sure you can find it if you go on Piper’s account.”
I quickly type Piper’s name in the search box, click on her profile, and proceed to skim the first dozen or so tweets on the page. Each one causes the anger in my gut to burn and bubble and simmer, until finally it boils over and sends me stumbling to my feet in pure outrage.
Oh hell no.
11
Grace
You know those anxiety dreams where you’re walking down the hall in high school, or getting up on the stage of an auditorium to give a big speech—and you suddenly realize you’re buck naked and everyone is staring at you? And then all those pairs of eyes get bigger and bigger and it feels like hot lasers boring into your skin?
I am currently living that dream. Sure, I’m fully clothed, but despite Ramona’s numerous assurances that nobody is staring at me, I know I’m not imagining the curious looks and knowing smirks from my fellow students.
Damn Maya Stevens to hell. That bitch did the impossible—she made me afraid of walking into Carver Hall, my favorite place on campus.
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