Page 45 of Breaking Free
“You talk to Trev?” he asks, switching directions.
“Uh, no.”
“Well, he’s mad about not being able to play in our opener, but he still has reason to celebrate. He’s too busy sulking in corners and becoming a sad drunk rather than being happy our team won.”
I shrug. “Yeah, well, I don’t know.”
Jayden starts setting up a game on one of the tables, and I have no idea what it’s called or how it’ll be played, but based on the different types of liquor he’s pouring into shot glasses, I know it’s gonna get people fucked up.
“Oh shit, can you go to my room and grab my phone? Someone’s gonna be texting me soon.”
“Yeah, which one?”
“Up the stairs, far room on the left. There’s a J on the door.”
“Cool.”
I jog up the steps and find his door easily, but once in his room I have no idea where to look for the phone. It’s not on the dresser or TV stand. I search the bed and end up finding it under a South River fleece blanket.
When I turn around, I find Trevor stepping into the doorway.
My plan is just to move past him, but he stops me with a hand on my arm. My eyes dance from where he’s touching me to his eyes before he lets go.
“Can we talk?”
“I have to get this phone to Jay.”
A guy walks by the door and Trevor snatches the phone from my hand. “Hey, Lucas. Give this to Jay?”
He tosses it and Lucas catches it easily. “Sure.”
“Now?” he questions.
I sigh and step back into the room. As I’m plopping onto the corner of the mattress, Trevor closes and locks the door.
I think to make a suggestive joke, but I bite it back. “What’s up, Campbell?” I ask with a sigh.
He rubs his hands together in front him, clearly nervous, and for whatever reason, I find it endearing.
“I know I’ve been kind of a dick lately.”
“Mmhmm,” I murmur.
He pins his eyes on me for a second before taking a step closer. “I didn’t mean to claim you’re only here and starting because your parents know the coach. I know you’re good. I was just annoyed at myself. At everything. I don’t know.”
I open my mouth to reply, but he keeps going, and considering this seems like a rare vulnerable moment for him, I’m not about to interrupt.
“I talked to Renzo a little bit earlier.”
“Is that why you’re talking to me?”
So much for not interrupting.
He shrugs, putting his hands in his pockets. “Sort of. I didn’t want to…” he sighs, meeting my gaze for a fraction of a second before looking away. “I just didn’t want…” He stops again, running a hand through his hair before staring at me. “This is hard for me, okay?”
I pull in my bottom lip, chewing on it for a second before I nod. “Okay.”
“I like you...I guess.” He chances a glance at me and finds me fighting off a grin. “Mostly,” he amends, pressing his lips together in a line. “I don’t want you to leave with that guy. It’s been killing me watching you with him. I don’t want to delve too deep into why that is, besides the fact that I guess I like you, and I don’t really want what we’ve started to come to an end yet.”