#Rev (GearShark #2)(76)

I nodded. “That’s the plan. I was just letting them squirm a while.”

“Devious.” Jack nodded. “I approve.”

“So you’re okay with it?” I whispered.

“With having you as president? Of course.”

“You know what I mean.” I levelled my eyes on his.

“Yeah, I know. I’ll tell you what I said back then, when you left to go with Drew on brothers’ night. I don’t have a problem with it. Love is love.”

I held out my hand, and we shook on it.

“You’re going to make an awesome prez. How would you feel about taking the reins a little earlier than planned?”

“You know I’m up for it.”

I nodded. “Good. I’ll keep you posted.”

Not long after everyone started filing out of the locker room, everyone was pumped for the giant party we were having at the house tonight to celebrate the game.

On his way past, Conner stopped to stare at me.

“How’s the nose?” I asked with a smirk.

“You think you’re so clever, don’t you?” he asked. “Enjoy it now, because when everyone finds out you like dick, they’ll be singing a whole new tune.”

“Maybe.” I conceded. “But if they do, you probably won’t still be around to see it.”

He made a rude sound, then stepped back. “Tell your boyfriend I owe him one.”

I leapt forward to grab him by the shirt, but a damn bench was in the way, and the little pecker turned and ran.

Done.

That was it.

No more head games. No more hacking.

No more playing with my food.

He threatened Drew. I’d do anything, and I do mean anything, to keep something like what happened to me from happening to him.

It was time to eat.





Drew

I was getting old.

Like I might as well put in an order for a cane and a rocking chair.

Well, maybe not that old.

But old enough that a party didn’t sound like fun. ‘Course, maybe it was because of the tension I felt at this particular party.

This was the first time I’d been in the Omega house at a party since before Trent was beaten up. It was the first time I’d been here at all since that night as far as everyone else was concerned.

It would be odd if I didn’t show. My absence would be more notable than my presence. I knew people in the Omega house whispered about Trent’s sexual orientation, and I knew it was me they all suspected him being with.

It didn’t bother me. Not like that. Not anymore. It seemed like after facing my father, facing a room full of douche bag frat guys was the equivalent of having gum stuck to the bottom of my shoe.

Let me make it clear, though. Just because I didn’t care they suspected or whispered and just because I didn’t care what their opinion was on who I loved… it still made me nervous.

I’d already witnessed what some of the guys in this house would do. After the game and the way Conner and I went after one another, I was afraid of making it worse. Trent still lived here.

Plus, we’d yet to come out to the press and to T’s mom.

Something I was very curious about. I didn’t know much about that side of Trent’s life. He never talked much about his mom, his dad… anyone. The only thing I knew for sure was he was an only child and his dad wasn’t around.

At least I wasn’t alone tonight. Romeo and Braeden were here; a lot of the Wolves players were here. It wasn’t just the frat and me. This was a post-game party and a huge one at that. The house was packed, so much so that people spilled out into the backyard where there was a small bonfire burning and lights strung around the old trees.

There was a keg in the yard and one in the kitchen. Coolers with liquor and beer sat like every two feet, and the music was so loud I had no doubt campus security would get a noise complaint.

Of course, maybe not. Everyone on the entire street was here, so there weren’t many people left to actually call and complain.

We were out in the yard, the massive crowd around Romeo, Braeden, and a couple other Knights players. Rimmel and Ivy went home with Nova, and I was thankful. This was no place for them.

The bonfire was against my back, which I was glad for, not because the darkness brought some cold air, but because if I had flames at my back, I couldn’t have frat *s sneaking up behind me.

Trent was inside, still making his rounds and doing his job as president. I knew he was trying to make his way out here, so every few moments, I would scan the crowd for his familiar face.

People were interested in the new racing division, which I thought was cool because it meant word was getting out, so I ended up talking cars while I nursed my beer.

“Hey-hey!” Braeden called out a little bit later, and the crowd parted around them as Trent stepped through.

My heart fluttered a little at the sight of him in a pair of beat-up jeans. I liked the worn look on him; it was sexy. With it, he was wearing a plain white T-shirt that molded to his impressive chest and over was an olive-green, army-style jacket.

He grinned, flashing his crooked front tooth, and bumped fists with just about everyone he passed.

“To our host!” Romeo yelled and lifted his beer.

Everyone cheered and did the same. I laughed because I could only imagine what it was like when Romeo actually went here.