“I’m done with this conversation, Liam. If I do or don’t date Bennett, it’s none of your business.”
Roland storms off to the showers. Liam curses. “Can you believe that asshole?”
I turn around and raise a brow. “I mean, he has a point.”
“Not you too.” He glares at me. “What, are you and Bennett buddies now that you're rooming together? Because from what I heard, he hates you more now than he did before.”
A scowl takes over my face. What the hell does he mean by that? Did Bennett tell him that? Are they actually getting closer?
The idea makes my stomach twist even more than Roland dating him.
“Look. All I’m saying is, I don’t like cheaters. It doesn't matter who you are to me. Family or friend, it doesn’t change how I feel about it. Even if I hated Bennett, I wouldn’t want him to be back with a cheater. Why are you so hell-bent on gettingback with him? You spent the past year fucking half the men and women on this campus.”
His nostrils flare. “Because I love him.”
I snort, shaking my head. “Try again.”
“You know what, fuck this.” He takes off in a huff, leaving me in peace.
I go about my day of classes before heading back to the hockey house to get in a few hours of studying.
I’m nearly done working on a paper when Bennett comes into the room.
He pauses when he steps inside, doing a double-take. “You’re here.”
“It’s my room too,” I grunt.
“Yeah, but...” He shakes his head. “You know what, never mind.”
He ignores me and heads over to his closet. School work forgotten, I watch as he mills about the room.
“What are you doing?” I ask, brows furrowed as he pulls clothes out of his closet and dresser, like he’s trying to find something to wear.
“I've got plans,” he mutters, tossing a shirt to the side and reaching for another.
“Plans that involve you ransacking the room?”
He stops and looks over at me, frowns, then looks around the room. “Shit,” he sighs. “I’ll clean it up.”
I continue to watch, but look away as he starts to change. When he’s dressed again, he goes over to his dresser and sprays himself in something.
“Hot date or something?” I joke, hating the silence.
What am I doing? What happened to the whole avoid him by not talking to him?
“Ah, maybe?” he mutters.
My face drops. I was only joking.
“On a Wednesday night?”
He shrugs. “We’re both busy with school and practice, with football games starting up, weekends are off the table.”
Football. So it’s Roland he’s going out with.
Something that feels like a rock settles in my stomach.
“Whatever. Just don’t bring him back here,” I grumble, bringing my attention back to my book.
