“Great. Just fucking great.”
“Oh, ye of little faith.” Chris sets his drink down, his blue eyes sparkling as he takes a step toward me and slaps a hand over my shoulder. “The Love Doctor is inthe house.Do you really think I don’t have a plan?”
So far, Chris’s advice has been the opposite of helpful. After all, the moment I decided to abandon the supportive best friend role, everything went to shit. But I’m desperate, and before I can stop myself, I’m saying, “Let’s hear it.”
He grins. “We’re going to follow them.”
“What?” I wrinkle my nose.
“Here we go,” Jace mutters.
“We follow them to wherever they’re going, bide our time, then make our way inside,” Chris says, ignoring him. “Imagine our surprise when weaccidentallyrun into them.”
“But they think we’re spending the night in,” Jace says.
“Wewerespending the night in, but Brandon, like the lovesick puppy he is, was wallowing so much, we decided to go out. Take his mind off everything. Find a distraction.”
I nod, thinking it over. “I like it. It could work.”
“I don’t. I don’t fucking like it at all because the girls will see right through it,” Damon weighs in, his face etched in concern.
“I agree.” Jace shakes his head. “This has the soccer party with Charlotte and—what was his name?” Jace frowns, snapping his fingers, beckoning us to help him out.
“Danger,” West chimes in.
“Yes! Thank you.” Jace points. “This is like when we crashed the party with Charlotte and Danger.”
“Forget that douchebag! This is nothing like that,” Chris snaps.
Jace whistles. “It’s been more than a year, and you’restilljealous?”
“Do we need to remind you of Stanley,” Damon asks with a smirk, referring to the Psi Delta Brynn briefly dated before she hooked up with Jace.
Jace scowls, his cheeks turning as red as his shirt, and West chuckles.
“Face it. We’re all jealous motherfuckers,” Chris says. “Now, focus, will you? This is one of our brothers, here. Our teammate.” He waves a hand in my direction. “Are we really going to leave him out to dry? Or are we gonna man up and help him out.”
Damon and Jace fall silent, their expressions morphing into masks of guilt.
“Besides,” Chris shrugs, “it’s not like they canprovewe planned it as long as they don’t spot us following them.”
“And if they see us tailing them?” I ask.
Chris rolls his eyes. “You really think I can’t tail someone without them knowing?”
Chapter 20
BRANDON
“This is so dumb,” I mutter from the back seat of Chris’s car, hunched low like some B-movie detective.
The clock on the dashboard reads 7:47 p.m., and we’ve been parked in the lot of Hyde Hall for almost twenty minutes.
Chris adjusts his rearview mirror, eyes locked on the front entrance. “You won’t be saying that when you’re cozying up to Tatum later.”
My heart squeezes at the thought. Seeing as how the last time I saw her, I flipped the fuck out and assaulted her boyfriend, I’m pretty confident there won’t be any cozying. Still, one can hope. At the very least, I just want a chance to explain myself and make amends.
“What if they’ve already gone and we’ve missed them?” Jace asks, sounding hopeful. “I mean, they left our place forty minutes ago.”
