But something still felt off, not right. Driving home, it all clicked into place.
“So, what do you think, you’re in, right? You like my pack, and you and I are hot for each other.”
“I think it’s a little early for me to make a decision like that, Troy,” I answered truthfully. I liked him, but one date didn’t mean I was going to sign up for anything. Especially because of the Becca thing. Were they on or off?
Instead of answering, he kind of hummed before doing a U-turn and heading back into town.
“Where are we going?” I asked, suddenly keen just to get home.
“To get some pie, maybe that will sweeten you up.”
My stomach dropped because the only place in town that served pie at this hour was the diner owned by Becca’s parents. Knowing Becca was out of town at the cheer camp had anxiety bubbling in my tummy. Even with the knowledge that Troy and Becca had broken up, it didn’t sit well with me.
“I don’t…” I stuttered, wondering how to explain it without upsetting him and bringing up his ex-girlfriend.
He pulled to a stop a short distance from the diner. “I’ll be a second. You wait here.”
He didn’t wait for a response.
He ran over to the diner, and I was surprised to see his pack there, sitting in the front booth. But not as surprised as I was to see Becca hopping up out of the booth and flying into his waiting arms. He kissed her for the world to see before he sat down in the booth with Becca on his lap.
I waited. I sat in his truck and watched him and Becca laugh, and kiss, and laugh, and kiss. I was locked up in shock. I didn’t move a muscle, and I hated myself for it. An hour later, I watched him kiss her goodbye before he returned to me with a piece of pie in his hand.
He passed the pie over, started his truck, and drove towards my house.
“I don’t understand,” I whispered as we were turning into my drive.
Troy stopped the car just past the front gate, under the canopy of trees plunging us into darkness.
“What? You agreed.”
I looked at him, trying to get his angle. “You said you’d broken up with Becca.”
“No, I didn’t. I can’t exactly have two girlfriends, Tristan. That’s a bit ridiculous and that’s why I said we had to be quiet about us being together.”
“Why did you ask me out then?” I pushed. I needed to know.
“Becca had to work. Plus, my pack wanted to meet you, to make sure they were happy.”
“What?” I shook my head. “You can’t be serious; you want me to be what? Be your piece on the side while your girlfriend works?”
“You knew the deal before we went out,” he said flippantly.
My mouth fell open and I don’t know how I didn’t start screeching. I turned away from him.
“No crap, Tristan, don’t you look away from me when I’m talking to you.” He hissed, his fingers reaching over and twisting the flesh on my thigh. “You have a really bad habit of over-exaggerating and over-complicating things to suit yourself.”
“Ouch!” I brushed his hand away, but he grabbed my wrist and twisted it. I locked up in fear, worried anything I did would make him snap.
“I saw the way you were desperate for my pack. And you practically started eye fucking me the second I picked you up. Nothing new though, you’ve been desperate for me all semester.” He released my wrist to sit back in his seat but looked at me still. And the surety in his eyes, the blazing confidence in his body-language had me wondering if I had interpreted the whole date thing wrong.
“I might hop out and walk the rest of the way home,” I said quietly, trying the door.
He chuckled, and the noise was awful because it only added to the realisation I’d walked into a trap. “The child lock must be on. I’ll open it for you once you’ve shown me how thankful you are I took you out tonight.”
I twisted around, wondering if I was seriously going fucking crazy because nothing was adding up.
Troy’s jeans were flicked open, his boxers barely covering his dick, which I assumed was how he wanted me to thank him. “Now, Tristan!” he barked.
