I saw her grin as she pushed a lonely green Skittle to the pile. “Your point?”
“There’s three of them.”
“And I make four.”
Right.
A large hand reached over her shoulder, and Gray scooped all her odd Skittles into his hand. “You done?” She nodded once, and he tossed the handful into his mouth. “Glad to be of service,”he teased as he walked away. She didn’t lift her head, she didn’t watch him walk away, but I did see her small smile.
I didn’t understand their relationship. “What if the odd pile was now an even number?” I asked her curiously.
Quinn blinked at me once. “But the colors didn’t match.”
She was definitely insane. “Of course.” I nodded as my head screamedWhat the fuck kind of logic was that?
Quinn started to eat her Skittles. Two at a time. The colors didn’t mix. It was like watching a lab rat perform tricks; she was weirdly fascinating.
“So,” she spoke as she watched me shrewdly, “are you done thinking he’s going to come around on his own?”
This time I blinked. “What?”
She popped two orange Skittles in her mouth and shrugged. “Jett. He’s a tricky one.”
“Have you slept with him?”
She stared, and my face burned. Slowly, she swallowed her Skittles before she reached for another two. Purple this time.
“Jett is like a brother to me,” she answered carefully.
“Is Gray?” My brain and I needed to have a conversation.
Two green Skittles were selected, and then she skipped them for yellow. “Why is this a question?”
“You’re right, it’s not my business.” I looked around the cafeteria. I needed Mia.
“It’s not.” Quinn stood fluidly. Eight green Skittles sat on her tray. “I don’t like green.”
She walked away, and I sat there looking after her as I deliberately ate the remaining Skittles, one by one.
After lunch, I walked leisurely to class. The school was a beehive of activity for the Saints’ home game against the Lions. School spirit was high, and there wasn’t a person on campus not rooting for the Cardinal Saints.
Even me.
Yup, I was full on black and silver. I had no idea how I would break it to my mom.
I heard the chanting and turned as I saw Jett, Ash, Jamie, and some others walking across campus. They all had their football jerseys on, but my eyes were glued to number eight. He looked incredible as he crossed the green. He was smiling at something Ash said, and I saw him shake his head at his cousin as Jamie laughed.
They were headed to the stadium. They had practice, and classes for them were off. We needed the win against Alabama to make it to the conference championships. Resting against a wall, I watched them. I saw him turn his head as his brother joined them. From here, they looked more like twins.
Jett dipped his head to hear his brother, and then he looked across the campus to look at me. Well, I wasn’t sure if it was me, but it felt like it. He looked my way for a moment, and then he turned away.
I let out the sigh I was holding as sadness washed over me, and when my phone vibrated in my pocket, I pulled it out, disheartened.
Jett:You look good today
Looking at my jean skirt and T-shirt, I doubted it. My T-shirt was plain blue, and it wasn’t until I went to class that I realized it was the same color as his eyes.
I woke that night to him in my bedroom. He was on the chair at my desk, the bedsheet that I had taken from his bed in his hands. I’d kept it in a bag at the back of my closet. I had no idea why. Panic? I had just known on that Saturday morning that he couldn’t come home to a bloodstained sheet. He’d have been looking for me. He thinks he wouldn’t, but he would have.
