“I have nothing left to say to you,” I tell her as I move toward the front door.
“Are you going back to him?” she calls out, her voice panicked.
I turn around, frowning at her.
“Why do you care what I do, Savannah?” I ask, defeated. There’s nothing left in me to give her. Or anyone else for that matter. I’m just… done.
She purses her lips, putting her hands on her hips.
“I just wouldn’t do that if I were you,” she says.
I huff out a disbelieving laugh. “Are you kidding me? What does it matter to you?”
“Oh, it doesn’t matter to me at all, Austen. But it’ll matter to you.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” I throw my arms up.
“It means Cameron knew about me and Matteo.”
It takes a moment, but I can’t help but smile. This girl really is something else. And here I was worried Cam was saving this to throw it in my face. The whole time, Savannah was saving it to use as a weapon when I finally found out about her being unfaithful.
“Well, aren’t you so fucking kind for telling me, Savannah. Seriously, I cannot thank you enough.” My words drip with sarcasm and she frowns at me, clearly disappointed at my lack of hurting. Maybe if she knew that I already knew that, she’d understand why I’m not freaking out. So I turn on my heel, and move out the front door.
Savannah screeches something, but it’s white noise. I get in the driver’s seat as her boyfriend shouts something incoherent.
I pull out of the driveway, rolling my window down, taking in the sight of her flushed cheeks, robe hanging off of her, while shestands out in the rain in her lingerie. Like a bad soap opera my mom used to watch. The neighbors are turning their lights on, and I can’t help but smile because pretty soon the whole town will know what happened here, and she’ll never get away from it.
I glance up at her boyfriend, raising an eyebrow.
“Good luck, asshole,” I tell him as I whip out of the driveway.
I bang on my brother’s door not once, not twice, but three times. Given it’s nearly three in the morning, I’m sure he is sleeping, and I half consider turning around to stay at a hotel right before he opens the door.
To say he’s surprised to see me is an understatement.
“Austen, hey… what are you doing here? I thought you were in New York.”
My stomach churns hearing the words, but I manage to stand up straight, my fingers clutching my suitcase.
“I need a place to crash. And I’m not going to mom and dad’s.” They’d have a coronary if I showed up on their porch at three am with a suitcase.
My parents don’t do well with that sort of thing.
“Uh, so you wanna stay here?”
“I’m not here selling cookies, Alex.”
He glances over his shoulder, then sighs. “Yeah, okay. Come in,” he says, opening the door wider. His hair is a mess, but he doesn’t sound like he just woke up.
Sounds like he’s been up for hours. I notice he’s not wearing his knee brace, which he’s supposed to be wearing at all times while he recovers.
“Alex, who is—”
I turn the corner to see Mack, who looks like he definitely just woke up.
Of course, he and my brother must have been hanging out, drinking probably.
“Oh, if you don’t have the room—”
