“That’s not a fair question, Travis. I wouldn’t have cheated on Luke with you, if that’s what you mean. I also wouldn’t have cheated on you with Luke. If I’d met you both at the same time, and had to choose between you at that time, I can’t honestly say what I would’ve done. I know that my judgment is clouded by my past with Luke, so my answer now would be biased,” she explains. “What’s this all about?”
“Travis,” Katelyn interjects. “Can I speak with you in private, please? It’s important.”
My response is to glare at her, but her eyes are silently begging me. Standing, I follow her off the bus and into the dark privacy of the parking lot.
“What?” I bark out.
“Syndi just told me that she’s late.”
“Late for what?” I ask, irritated that she called me out here for this bullshit.
“She’s.Late.Travis.” Katelyn emphasizes each word as if she’s speaking to an idiot.
She evidently is, because the true meaning of her words just hit me.
“You’ve got to be shitting me,” I say to the night sky, my head tilted back as I run my hands through my hair. “This just keeps getting better and better. You must be so fucking proud of yourself. Just what the hell am I supposed to do now?”
