“Lyla, damn, you can move.” Kyle jogs until he can grab my shoulder and stop me.
“What do you want, Kyle?” I ask as I step back, making his hand drop.
“Way to be rude. I wanted to see how you are doing. We haven’t seen each other for a while,” he huffs.
“We broke up. Why would we see each other? Why do you even care? Aren’t you with Macy now?”
He lets out a chuckle. “She’s a filler. Sowing oats and all that. Baby, you know when I get drafted, I need a good girl at my side. That’s you. I’m coming back for you, Lyla. Why are you dating that asswipe?”
I damn near choke at his words.
Is he serious right now?
I narrow my eyes. “You’re coming back for me? So you expect me to sit here while you fuck another woman and parade her around campus like she is yours? You then want me to take you back like you didn’t do anything wrong? Seriously?”
He reaches out, grabbing my hand. I try to pull away, but he clamps down to the point it hurts.
“Three years, Lyla. You can’t throw that away. It will be a sweet story. We broke up because you had to spend all your time with your dad, but then I get drafted and realize that I need my first love by my side. I come back and get you. I will even use my sign-on bonus to get care for your dad so you have no excuse to stay here. The news outlets will eat that shit up.”
“Delusional,” I mutter.
“What was that?” he asks.
“Delusional. That’s what you are. Let me go, Kyle. We are over. I want nothing to do with you. I don’t need you or your money.” I scoff, trying to pull away again.
“Lyla, don’t be like this.”
“I think she asked you to let her go, so, uh, you should do that.”
I look over to see Jason standing there. He’s not a small guy, but he does look like he isn’t sure if he should be stepping in.
“Mind your business. This is between me and my girl.” Kyle doesn’t even spare him a glance.
Jason stands a little taller. “Well, you may want to get your eyes checked, Thomson. See, the girl you are so clearly hurting happens to be dating Wyatt Scott. So maybe let her go before I have to make you.”
Kyle releases my hand, but only to turn to Jason. I step between them.
“You guys will get suspended for fighting. Go, Kyle, we’re done.”
I wrap my arm through Jason’s as I pull him along with me.
“I don’t mind the suspension. It’s my freshman year. I can make it up,” Jason tells me.
“Kyle isn’t worth it.”
“He might be. He’s still following us.” He glances over our shoulder.
“It’s fine. Wyatt’s waiting for me. As soon as Kyle realizes where I’m going, he will back off. He doesn’t like being embarrassed.” I keep my tone low.
“He’s got an ego on him. That’s for sure,” Jason mutters.
We walk through the door of the cafeteria on campus. I don’t see Wyatt right away, but Jason pulls me, seeming to know where to go. When I spot him, he’s talking with Kellan and Calvin. He is facing away from me, so he doesn’t see me coming, but Calvin does. He smiles at me as I drop Jason’s arm and round the chair. Then I slide right into Wyatt’s lap. It’s a tight fit with him sitting closer to the table, but I make it work.
Wyatt looks surprised.
“Sorry,” I mumble before I lean up and press a kiss to his lips.
Guilt eats at me as I press closer, but all of that melts away the moment he opens his mouth to me.
