Broken and Screwed 2 (The BS Series) (20 page)

“She was
crying?” Beth sat across from me with a dumbstruck expression on her face. She had pulled her feet up to her chair so her knees were against her chest. With one arm resting over them, she reached to pick up her coffee.

We had met the next morning for breakfast. Jesse asked if he should come with, but it’d be worse if he had. The attention was going to be there, it’d be ramped up ten notches if he was with me. As it was, I had only been propositioned three times by guys in the parking lot and approached by a handful of girls. They were giggling freshmen and wanted Jesse’s autograph, if I could hook that up. I caught a few speculative gazes from other girls. I was being sized up. They were figuring out the best angle to go through me to get to him.

To be honest, I had been expecting worse than this, but it was the first morning. And it was early. There was an entire day to look forward, though I’d get a break. Jesse wanted me to meet him for lunch. He explained where he ate, but it sounded complicated. He said to keep up with Cord after our class. That explained where the guys went that one time. They had lunch with him.

I nodded at Beth now. “Yup.”

“Like a breakdown sort of crying?”

“Yup.”

“Huh.” Beth bobbed her head forward, munching on her breakfast sandwich. She seemed dazed at the turn of events. “I never saw that coming. I thought it’d be longer, in three months yet.”

“She was with Dylan since seventh grade?”

“Yeah.”

“Now he’s with her best friend?”

“Ex best friend/roommate still. She’s been trying to get out of that room, but Housing said there were no other openings.”

“She could take my room.”

Interest flickered in her gaze. “Yeah, you’re right. She could.”

A table beside us was filled with girls. All of their heads were pushed together and we could hear loud whispering from them. At the glances, I knew they were talking about me. I sighed and put my toast back down. My appetite had waned suddenly. “How bad is it on the floor?”

She grimaced at me. “You don’t want to know.”

I didn’t think it would bother me, but I was surprised at the lengths the girls went. A few approached Beth, hoping to get to me, and that path always led to Jesse. My door was covered with invitations to parties. A few sorority girls had stopped by to extend in-person invitations to their tea parties. The only part that angered me was when she said Kate and Amanda tried to break into my room. I still had things in there, photographs of Ethan that I hadn’t even told Jesse about. If any of them were damaged, I’d be livid. But by the end of breakfast, it was decided that Hannah would move into my room. Hell hath Hannah. I knew the other girls wouldn’t be a problem when she opened the door.

We just had to fill her in on the plan.

Leaving for classes was another ordeal, or it might’ve been because more students were arriving on campus. When I checked my mailbox, a group of girls just stood and watched me the whole time. They didn’t interact, just watched me. A path opened for me as I left. Stepping out onto the quad, clumps of people were all over. I was painfully aware of heads turning, conversations stopping and then starting with renewed vehemence. Ducking my head down, I gripped my bag tight, and plunged onward.

Seriously. Jesse was this big of a deal? When I got to my class before lunch, Cord plopped down in the chair beside mine. He flashed a grin, glancing at the girls who had turned around in their chairs to openly stare at me. Leaning forward, he pretended to bite my arm and beamed at them. He picked up my arm and held it out to them. “If you want, you can have a bite too. She’s right here, no pens or cages. She’s free for the taking.”

Two of them flushed and jerked around. The third girl chuckled before she joined her friends. With their backs to me now, I saw more girls were looking over from the other side of the classroom. Cord leaned close and said for my ears only, “Jesse’s the closest thing to a celebrity they have here so you’re like prime rib to them. They’re hungering for you, thinking they can take what you have. You can’t be weak or they’ll eat you alive. I’ve seen it happen to other girls. Jesse went on a date with one girl last year; she announced it to everyone. They never went out again, but she said she was his girlfriend. She used him to get in some prestigious clubs on campus.”

“So they don’t even want Jesse.”

He nodded. “They want what he has, his connections, his power, whatever they can get. Some girls just want that attention.”

It made sense, but it sickened me. I couldn’t help but wonder about that girl who was claiming she was Malcolm Hunt’s daughter. I wondered if she knew about Jesse or wanted what he had because of his father. Jesse hadn’t been called for any more lawyer meetings, but I knew the court case was coming up. It was scheduled for the same time as the NCAA tournament. It had already been hard on him, but it was going to get worse.

Then Jamie slunk in. He took the seat at the end of our aisle, shoulders hunched, a glower in place that matched the bruises on his face. Cord turned and grew quiet. He was waiting for something, and then I knew what it was.

Jamie swiveled his head to me and held out a hand. “I’m sorry for talking to you like that.”

He expected me to shake his hand? All was forgiven? Just like that? My eyes narrowed to slits. I don’t think so, buddy.

He grimaced and withdrew his hand back to his side. “Fine. Whatever. Look, just tell Jesse that I apologized. All right?”

Cord smacked him in the back of the head.

“What?!”

“You talk to Tiffany like that?”

He flinched. “Not yet. I have a whole apology list.” He slumped down in his chair. “It sucks.”

“It’s good for you. You can’t talk to girls like that. And I’ll do you a favor. I won’t tell Jesse about your half-ass apology right now.”

“What?” Jamie’s head jerked around. “Oh, come on. I apologized.”

“That wouldn’t fly with Tiffany and you know it.”

“She ain’t my girlfriend.”

“No, but she’s Jesse’s. You better turn your mind around. You’re not getting back in the house like that.”

“I’m already going to have to grovel for Jesse. Come on. Give me a break. And the sisters. They’re pissed at me.”

Cord sighed, shaking his head. “If that’s your starting point, you’ve got a long way to go. Good luck and nice knowing you, Striker.”

Jamie growled in response, a scowl now a permanent fixture on his face. “This sucks!”

“Deal with it. You screwed up. Big time.”

I grew fond of the day Jamie had been scared when I let him see my inner rage. That lasted a week. A deep sigh left me. Jesse had changed me. That rage was going away and I couldn’t let it out on command anymore. Something would have to trigger it now; something deep enough, dark enough, and something that would make me lose control.

A foreboding sensation spread in me. I hoped that day would never come.

Lunch with Jesse was located in the back of a building, overlooking their stadium. Cord showed me the way with a reluctant Jamie behind us. As we got closer and as I saw the small cafeteria, Cord whispered to me, “The best athletes eat here. Boyfriends, girlfriends, close friends are invited, but only if it’s kept a secret.”

As I got inside, I could see why. The buffet had a carving station with a private chef behind. There was another grilling station. A salad buffet was set up on the far side, along with a pasta bar. As I passed by, there was whole grains, tofu, items that I’d only see in the organic section of a grocery store and certainly too pricey for me to buy. This was all for them, the elite athletes.

Jesse waved from a table in the back corner. He was surrounded by other guys, a few girls, and all of them moved down to make room once we filled our plates and grabbed some drinks. Jamie pounded fists with a few of the guys before he sat, eyeing Jesse at the same time, warily. Cord filled in next to him. Wrapping a hand around my wrist, Jesse tugged me beside him. Derek and Kara came in not long later and sat across from us. Glancing around, I wondered if Tiffany would show. Kara must’ve guessed at my thoughts. She gave me a brief shake of her head, leaning over the table. “She’s with Hannah. They stayed at the house today.”

“Jesse’s?”

She nodded. “It’s become a retreat for some of us.”

I could understand. I wasn’t even sure if I dared invite Beth over, the study session being an exception. But I made a note to ask Jesse about it. She had proven her loyalty, more than a few times already to me.

“How was your day?” Jesse had been waiting to ask.

His eyes pierced mine, trying to shift inside and read my thoughts. I caught the concern in his and wanted to lean against him. Merely shrugging instead, I murmured, “It was interesting.”

“I had a ton of girls ask about you. They wanted to know who you were and how you guys met.” Kara smiled, her eyes sparking from warmth.

Sipping on my water, I wasn’t sure what to say to that.

“What’d you say?” Jesse spoke for me, frowning slightly.

“I didn’t say anything except that Alex is a very nice girl.”

I’d been holding breath and released it now. I wasn’t sure why I’d been tense, but Kara hadn’t thrown me to the wolves. She added, “I’m not being nice because you’re one of my residents, Alex. Jesse’s a good friend, one of Derek’s best friends, so you can reach out for anything. I mean it.”

“Even though Tiffany hates me?”

Her eyes shifted down the table, to where Jamie wasn’t hiding his own eavesdropping. Her lips pressed together. “Even if Tiffany hates you. She knows better not to now, now that Jesse handed Jamie his own ass last night.” She ducked down, but I caught the pink flush and small giggle that escaped her lips.

Derek gazed fondly at his girlfriend, rubbing her back. “You’re good for Jesse. We’ve noticed a big difference from this summer.”

“Yeah,” Jamie surprised everyone by speaking up. He cleared his throat as he straightened in his seat. “I’ve noticed that too. And,” he caught Cord’s meaningful look, “I want to apologize for last night. Again. I should never have spoken like that to you.”

Cord coughed once.

Jamie added, “Or to any girl like that. I wouldn’t want my sister to get treated like that.”

“I still don’t want you around.”

“Oh, come on! Why not?” The polite charade was gone. A sulking five year old came over the big jock. “I apologized to her. Twice.”

“Words are cheap. Find a new place to stay over the season.”

Outraged, Jamie’s mouth hung open. “Are you fucking with me?”

“No,” Jesse snapped back. “I’ve been getting tired of your shit anyway. Last night was the last straw.”

“So this isn’t even about your girl?”

I fidgeted in my seat as new pairs of eyes turned my way. The argument had taken center stage in the small cafeteria. No one else even pretended to be having a conversation. They all shut up and were waiting with open ears.

“Some of it. Some not.”

“This sucks. Come on. What do I have to do?”

“Not be such an asshole. How about that?”

“Why are you riding me? You trying to grow big balls for the team now?” But as soon as those words left him, Jamie knew he’d stepped wrong. His mouth clamped shut and a tense silence filled the room. A pin could’ve been heard dropping. I knew I quieted my quick gasp as Jesse had clenched his jaw. His body grew rigid like stone and I didn’t dare look in his eyes. I knew the deadly threat that would’ve been in them.

Jamie tried to backtrack immediately. “Hey, I’m sorry, man. I didn’t mean—”

Jesse cut him off. His tone was soft, but even more lethal because of it. “It’s comments like that. It’s because of that attitude that I don’t want you in my home. If it were up to me, I wouldn’t even have you on the team. You were in Camden’s corner all last year. You think I don’t know about the shit you said about me? That I was weak, a Hollywood pansy, mooching off my daddy’s strings?” He rose from the table, his arms so clenched that his veins stuck out. “If you even fucking knew one real thing about me, you’d know that I’m anything but those things.”

As Jesse was lashing at Jamie, I recognized the tortured look in his eyes. I knew what he was feeling. Jamie wasn’t Ethan. No one was. Cord wasn’t. Derek wasn’t. Jesse was surrounded by a bunch of people that thought they knew him, but none did. It was only me and I’d just gotten there. A mirrored emotion came up in me.

“Jesse,” I touched his hand. “Let’s go somewhere private.”

He wrenched his arm away, but glared, keeping himself in check. Barely. Then he sighed, “Fine.”

I led him down a hallway until I spotted a room that resembled a conference room. Plush leather chairs surrounded the table with an expensive-looking projector in the middle. It slid up from the floor. Two speakers were in the corners. No matter how many hours I might’ve trained at a sport, I knew I’d never be good enough to be in that room again. But this was Jesse’s world. Private cafeterias. People trying to get to him for what they imagined they could get from him, and he had ripped into one that might’ve been a friend. I wasn’t sure about Jamie so I held my tongue. At times, he seemed genuine. Other times he was just an ass. But it wasn’t Jamie that Jesse wasn’t mad with, and it was starting to hit me that I was the only one who really knew him. It was my job to help him now.

“Hey.” I took a deep breath.

Jesse slumped into one of the chairs, gaze lidded, and shoulders hunched forward. Everything about him was screaming for me to shut up.

I couldn’t. “I’m mad at him too.”

“You’d be crazy not to be,” he snorted, rotating the chair to level me with a dark look. “He was bordering on abusive last night.”

“Not Jamie.”

Ethan’s presence was there now. I felt him so strongly. A chair moved an inch. It could’ve been from the wind, if there was any, but I imagined him there. I wanted him to be there. In fact, I wanted it so badly that I was struggling to keep my emotions in check.

“Oh.”

All the fight left him.

I sat beside him and leaned back. I was going on instinct here, but touching would take us into a different dimension. This was about Jesse. This was about my brother. Biting the inside of my cheek, I started, “He was supposed to be here.”

A ragged breath left in a whoosh. “You’re damn right he was supposed to be.” He shoved his chair back again. It went crashing into the wall and he was pacing around the table, twisting his hands together. “He was supposed to be on the fucking team with me. He was supposed to be my roommate. Him and me. That was it. He was supposed to have my back, not go off and get killed going to— He was supposed to be here. Instead, I got Cord. And Derek. They’re both good guys, but they’re not—”