“You’re all here except her.” He frowns. “How come?”
I hate to admit it, but he has a point. I hadn’t planned on being here tonight—it didn’t even occur to me to ask Lois to come. I don’t want her to see this side of me.
“Where is she?” he asks again, taking a step closer.
He’s persistent, I’ll give him that.
“You’ve really got issues, man. You dump her ass, treat her like shit, and now suddenly you’re all interested?” I snicker. “Get the fuck outta here.”
“It’s…”
As he struggles to find the words, the guys close in around him.
Lewis steps aside. “This house is huge, man. Go find your friends.”
Kirk starts to turn but stops near Becca, who just walked over.
“Why isn’t Lois here?”
Jesus fucking Christ—what isn’t this guy getting?
“She’s having dinner with Lane.”
Dinner?I frown.
“What are you talking about?” I call out.
I straighten in my seat, and as soon as Becca spots me, her eyes widen.
“I mean, that’s what she told me this morning.”
I watch as she whips out her phone and tries to call Lois, tapping out a message when it goes unanswered. Loisdidmention dinner a while back, but I had totally forgotten. Was that tonight? I scratch my head. No way. There’s no way I would have agreed to it—not today of all days.
“Shit.” I rub at my eyes.
“She’s not picking up. Maybe she’s asleep,” Becca offers.
“She’s going to be so pissed with you.” Lewis shakes his head. “Standing a girl up… Not cool.”
“Especially on her birthday.”
What?I swing around to face Kirk.
“What did you say?”
“Today’s Lois’s birthday. Didn’t you know?” He smirks. “When you start screwing a girl on the regular, knowing her birthday is a smart move.”
I don’t even argue back. My head is spinning from what I’ve just heard. I fumble for my phone and scroll through the Campus Drivers app, desperately looking for Lois’s number. All this time, and I still haven’t even saved it.
The phone rings and rings, but she’s not picking up.
“Go,” Carter whispers. “I’ll head home with Becca.”
I give him my cup and rush out.
On my way, I try calling Lois again, and when I burst into the apartment, I flick on the light and scan the room. The table is laid, a faint smell of cooked onions lingering in the air. But Lois is nowhere to be seen.
“I’m such an ass.”
