So this is the infamous Meredith who Liz talks about. The girl is already chattering on like a squirrel on crack.
“I only have like ten minutes before my next class. Shit, Elizabeth. You weren’t kidding. You guys are all so hot,” she winces. “Sorry. I have no filter. Which one of you is Jayson and which one is Julien? You both look exactly the same, so even if you tell me your names, I’m going to call you the wrong one. You can’t get annoyed because I’ve already warned you,” Meredith says and sends us a huge, toothy grin.
“I’m Jayson. The bigger, scarier one.” I wink at Liz and she laughs.
“You got that right,” Liz replies.
“Glad to hear you think I’m hot,” I say back.
“I never said that.”
“Your girl just said you did.”
Meredith scowls at me. Okay, I think. Don’t tease Liz in Meredith. Got it.
Liz, however, aims pursed lips and narrowed eyes at me and all that does is turn me on. I would give anything to kiss her pouty mouth again.
Fallon’s tipping back in his chair, eyes never wavering from the new guy across from him. The strained energy between the two of them is like two gunslingers at high noon, and I have no idea who will be the first to pull their trigger.
“Elizabeth, you want anything?” Ryder asks her, acting like there isn’t an impending war about to happen at our table.
Julien is already up and walking to the fridge section to grab something nutritious and wholesome I’m sure. Once he’s in training mode for soccer, he sticks to a meal plan designed by one of the team’s nutritionists.
“Their gluten-free cheesecake and a salad, please.”
“Jay? Fallon?”
I just ate at home so I’m good. I shake my head no. Fallon does the same.
Meredith is talking Liz’s ear off, so I copy Fallon’s posture and wait, enjoying the stare-off between Fallon and Trevor. It’s Trevor who breaks first.
“What?” Trevor clips out.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Fallon throws back at him.
“Fuck off, Fallon.”
The girls stop talking.
Fallon scoffs. “Fucking prick. Just couldn’t help yourself, could you?” That danger I was talking about that lurks within Fallon is starting to claw its way out.
Trevor doesn’t seem to care. “And I said fuck off. You know I’m not afraid of you.”
“You should be.”
“So should you, little brother.”
And there goes the bomb. I’m surprised that half the campus isn’t burning in its aftermath.
Meredith looks at Trevor. “Brother?”
“You need to leave, Trevor. Now,” Fallon threatens, sitting up straighter and leaning forward.
“Wait a minute,” Liz says. “Fallon, shut up.” He sits back in his chair again. “You’re Fallon’s brother? His older brother?”
“Unfortunately.”
“Okay.” She looks at me, eyes raised. I shrug my shoulders. I didn’t know either.
