My brows rose. “That douchebag is your boyfriend?”
I couldn’t believe a guy like him was her boyfriend. She seemed sweet and kind, where he was arrogant and bitter. I wondered how long they’d been together because the times I’d seen him, he hadn’t acted like he had a girlfriend.
“Isla,” the prick yelled for her again, like she was some kind of dog that wouldn’t come.
She hitched her bag’s strap higher on her shoulder. “Um, I’ll see ya later.”
Watching her quickly cross the hallway to him, I shook my head and walked away.
Why people were stupid enough to get in relationships was beyond me.
2
Isla
Ihurried to meet Josh. Something was obviously wrong from the tone of his voice.
“Hey,” I said, going in to give him a hug, but he stepped back, leaving me awkwardly trying to hug the air.
“What were you doing with Slate?” he demanded.
“What?” I was confused. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“That big guy you were talking to, what were you doing with him?”
Slate. That was an interesting name. I hadn’t realized until now that I hadn’t even asked him what his name was.
“Oh, I didn’t know his name was Slate,” I answered. “He’s just in my kinesiology class. Is there a problem?”
“Yes,” he huffed, like he couldn’t believe I didn’t understand. “I don’t want my girlfriend hanging out with the campus man-whore. Girls are only with him for one reason. I don’t want people thinking my girlfriend is sleeping around with some football player.”
My brows pulled downward. “Just because I was talking to him doesn’t mean I’m going to sleep with him,” I argued.
“It means that with Slate,” he countered. “He doesn’t just talk to girls. He seduces them, and they let him because he wears a damn football jersey.” His voice sounded jealous, but I couldn’t tell if he was jealous about the women or that football was more popular at this school than soccer.
His hazel eyes looked past me with a scowl on his face to where I assumed Slate had been standing. “I don’t understand why all these girls want to have their turn with him. He’s notthatgood looking, and football is overrated.”
I wanted to argue that football wasn’t overrated and it was just as fun to watch as soccer, but I knew I’d lose that argument with him.
I also wanted to argue that Slate was definitelythatgood looking. He was hands-down the most attractive guy I’d ever seen. I mean, don’t get me wrong, Josh was very good looking as well, but in a different way. Slate had this edge to him, a look that you usually only saw on famous people who had a whole team to help them look gorgeous and stand out among the rest of us normal people.
When I’d first laid eyes on Slate, I had almost forgotten to breathe. I didn’t know that someone could be that good looking in real life. The way his black hair contrasted with his frosty blue eyes was captivating. His chiseled jaw with a slight hint of a cleft in his chin had me wanting to reach out and touch it. And when he had smiled at me, I’d had to work hard to not sigh out loud.
But I wasn’t about to tell Josh all that, so I kept my mouth shut.
After being together for the last four years, I’d learned it was easier to let him think his opinions were fact, rather than argue with him.
“Anyway,” he pulled his phone out of his pocket and sent out a text, “change of plans for lunch today. We’re going to meet up with Jimmy and the boys in the dining hall.”
“But I thought you and I were going to go out to lunch at that Mexican place you said you wanted to take me to?” I tried to not sound disappointed, but I was.
I’d only gotten here a few days ago, and we’d hardly spent any time alone together. He was either busy with practice, hanging out with the guys, or we werebothhanging out with the guys. I’d been really looking forward to our lunch date this afternoon.
“We can do that another day. I promise.” He put his phone back in his pocket. “The food at the dining hall is pretty good, and you’ll like getting to know my friends better.”
I sighed. “Okay.”
He’d been changing our plans a lot since I got here. I understood he had established a life here over the last two years before I showed up, but we’d been doing the long distance relationship for so long, I’d hoped he would be happy to finally be spending some time together.
