She shoots me a smile before she kisses Clay’s cheek and walks away.
“Okay, now what the hell did we miss? We got notifications the other night that Wyatt was trending and that he had a girlfriend,” Clay asks.
“It’s true. I watched it happen,” Kellan confirms.
I shoot my roommate a glare before I look back at my phone.
“Who the hell is she? I didn’t know you were into anyone,” Beckett asks.
“Is she a freshman or something?” Brett asks, making me sigh.
“Her name is Lyla, she’s a senior. I’ve known her for a while.”
“What’s a while?” Beckett pushes.
“Since freshman year,” I tell them.
Brett’s eyes narrow, but I ignore him. Surely he won’t remember her. It was only a brief interaction, and it wasn’t even technically with him.
“Okay, so how did this come about?” Clay asks.
Kellan jumps in and tells them how I came in from the backyard with my belt undone and looking “freshly fucked” with Lyla, pronounced that she was mine, and headed upstairs, wherewe didn’t come out until the next morning. I roll my eyes as he dramatically tells the whole story.
“Is she hot? Is she in it for the right reasons, or is she looking for a golden goose? I have a guy, he can run a background check on her if you want,” Peyton offers.
As fucked up as her offer is, I’m touched. Peyton doesn’t go out of her way for just anybody.
“She’s beautiful, and you don’t need to have your guy look into her. Trust me, she’s good people,” I reassure her.
I should know, I’ve been watching her for years.
“Trust me, wait until you see them side by side. Next to Cora and me, they are the hottest couple on campus,” Kellan tells them.
Clay winces. “I don’t want to hear about how hot you and my sister are.”
“Are you guys even considered the hottest couple on campus when she’s no longer a student?” Beckett asks.
Kellan gives him the middle finger.
“What are you thinking, Brett?” Clay asks.
My gaze drops to my friend in the bottom right of my screen.
“I say we trust Wyatt. If he says she’s good people, then we believe him, but I would like to meet her,” he says after a minute.
“Do you think you guys will last, or is it too new to tell?” Peyton asks.
I grunt because it’s the safest answer I have. If they knew the truth, then they would start lecturing me, and that’s the last thing I want to sit through.
“Great, we’ve exhausted him of words and he’s back to grunting,” Beckett groans.
“It was only a matter of time,” Kellan says.
The guys catch up for another thirty minutes while I listen, chiming in only when I have to, and by the time the call is done, I’m fucking exhausted.
All I want to do is eat and then face-plant into my bed.
As I head into the kitchen to find something, my phone pings.
