After the police take everyone’s statement, and the fire department manages to get the fire out, we’re all advised to go somewhere for the night.
As we walk to my place, I look at the rubble that's left. Roughly fifty people just lost their home and all their personal belongings. It’s awful.
I look for Easton as we pass, but he’s not where he was before. I hope wherever he is, he’s staying somewhere safe.
The next morning, Aria texts me, letting me know she and Tyler are heading down to the dean's office to figure out what is going to happen with the football team. Tyler ended up spending the night in her dorm room, and Liam slept on the couch as well as a few other members of the football team.
I texted Roland when we got back to check in, and he told me he was crashing with some friends. Part of me wished I had Easton’s number to check in on him, too.
He’d probably tell me to get fucked or something.
Wanting to know more about what's going on, I give my dad a call. “Hey, bud. How are you?”
“Me? How are you?”
He lets out a deep, heavy sigh. “Not so good. We’re heading down to the school now to figure out the housing situation. That’s the most important thing right now.”
“I’ll meet you there.”
“Sounds good.”
Hanging up, I shower and change before heading out of the house.
“Wait up.” Liam jogs down the path after me. “You going to the meeting about the housing situation?”
“Yeah.” I shove my hands in my pockets. “How are you doing?”
He shrugs. “Could be worse. My dad was on it as soon as I let him know. He just texted me this morning that he found me and a few of my friends a new apartment to stay in.”
“Oh.” I blink in surprise. “That’s nice.”
“I’m one of the lucky ones. As for most of the people on the team, not too sure what's going to happen with them.”
That's what I’m afraid of.
“So. About last night...”
My brows furrow. “What do you mean?”
“I saw you. With Roland,” Liam grumbles.
I pause, praying like hell he doesn’t mean Roland sucking me off. I already had one unexpected bystander, I don’t need more.
“You two looked awfully close.”
“Mmmhhmm.” Just what I want, an awkward as hell conversation with my ex about a guy I’m hooking up with. Just what everyone wants on a Saturday morning.
“So, are you two together now?”
I give him an odd look. “I don’t see how that's any of your business.”
“He’s my teammate,” he huffs.
“So? What, I’m not allowed to date your teammates now? It’s not like you two are friends.”
“So you are dating,” he says, like he just cracked a code.
“No.” I give him a blank look. “We hooked up once. That's it.”
