“Yeah, Scott! Get it,” a guy from one of my classes calls out.
“Don’t talk about my girlfriend that way,” I bark at him, causing shock to spread through the crowd gathered in the room.
I look up, smirking when my eyes meet Kyle’s. He looks angry as he stares at Lyla. Then his eyes meet mine.
I keep the smile on my face as I lead Lyla to the stairs.
Yeah, Kyle. You let her go. She’s mine now.
She’s mine, and I won’t ever let her go.
four
Icannot believe this is happening. I went from feeling sorry for myself to following Wyatt fucking Scott without a second thought.
The look on Kyle’s face was worth it, though.
I am not a vengeful person. I don’t usually do petty things, but seeing him suck face with that girl not even a week after we broke up has me doing something I wouldn’t normally do. Like feeling good about the pissed-off look on Kyle’s face. Maybe now he has an inkling of how it feels to see the person you spent the last three years with in the arms of another.
Some of the embarrassment from his betrayal fades as I see others looking at me wide-eyed with amazement. It feels weird. I never had this much attention with Kyle, and he was the starting quarterback of the football team.
I look over to my fake boyfriend. He looks intense as he looks to the crowd of people around us. It’s kind of sexy to see him look so protective.
He’s doing you a favor, Lyla. Keep it in your pants.
Truth is, he probably doesn’t remember meeting me my freshman year, but I remember meeting him. I remember accidentally bumping into him. We flirted a bit before I had to go, but now I wonder what would have happened if I stayed. Would we have dated?
“Yeah, Scott! Get it.”
I cringe as a guy I don’t know yells out to Wyatt.
Wyatt turns and practically snarls at the guy, “Don’t talk about my girlfriend that way.”
Chills run down my spine at his words and how vehemently he declares them. I watch as his eyes take in the crowd before stopping. Then a smirk fills his face as he leads me to the stairs, and I follow like a lamb to the slaughter.
What else can I do? I am hypnotized by this man.
By the time his bedroom door shuts, I come to my senses.
“What are we doing up here?” I ask, suddenly nervous.
“Chill, Lyla. This is my room. We are going to hang here to drive home the fact that you are now my girlfriend.”
“Fake girlfriend,” I mutter. “Wow, your room is pretty big.”
“This is usually the captain’s room. Kellan had it last year, but he spends most of his nights with Cora, so he gave it to me this year,” he says, moving to his dresser.
I watch as he looks through his clothes.
“That was nice of him. So how long do I have to stay up here?”
He pulls out a T-shirt, then looks at me.
“This should fit.” He hands me the T-shirt with a pair of sweats. “Bathroom is through there. Go change.”
I frown. “What is wrong with what I am wearing?” I look down at my outfit.
“Nothing, but it doesn’t look the most comfortable to sleep in.” He shrugs, pulling his shirt off.
