Not long after my prize-winning epiphany, a black car pulled up the street and stopped in front of the house. Who parks their car outside the party house? Amateurs. The passenger door opened, and I did a double-take, watching at least four Sydneys jump out of the seat.
“Sydneys?” I mumbled, and on the third try, I let go of the post. All the Sydney’s stopped in their tracks and stared up to the porch.
“Peters?”
“Sydneys!”
Warm and fuzzies washed over me as I stumbled down the porch steps. “Sydneys, you look like an exotic Greek goddess-eses.” Opening my arms, I walked over to her and slammed into the back door of the car.
“Crap.” I moaned, clutching my shoulder. “Why’d you move, baby?”
“I’ve been standing by the hood the whole time,” she said, crossing all eight of her arms. “Peters, you’re plowed. Where’s Chance and Fernando?”
Moving toward her voice, I hit the curb and fell backward, smacking my head on the concrete sidewalk. As the Sydneys knelt down beside me, I heard another door close.
“Peters, what the hell are you doing out here?” She rolled my head to the side, and I felt her tiny hand touch my hair. “Shit, you’re bleeding.”
“I love you, Sydney, but you don’t love me.” I grabbed her arm, pulling her in close. “I have to tell you something. I wrote that letter, but I meant every word. You’re so talented, and when I’m in the NFL, I’ll buy you a radio station.”
I thought I saw a smile on her face, but it could’ve also been the scowl of a hellhound.
“And you’re so short, Sydney. I’ll have all the radio station sinks and water fountains lowered five inches. Just for you.”
“Run inside and get Chance,” Sydneys said, and I followed her eyes to a tall, dark predator who deserved nothing short of Satan’s wrath.
“Sharbus?” I sat up and jerked my head from the Sydneys’ hands. “You’ve got some fucking nerve showing up here.” I turned toward the Sydneys. “Get behind me, baby.”
“Peters, what are you doing? Go home,” Nick said, leaning casually against his car. “Sydney doesn’t want you anymore, golden boy.”
“Nick,” Sydneys snapped. “He’s wasted and hurt. Go inside and get help.”
Red-hot rage took over every muscle as I looked up at his snarky smirking face and dumb nonprescription hipster glasses.
“I’m fine. Just help me up.” I raised a hand, and Sharbus grabbed it, pulling me up.
Once I was stable, I glanced at my beautiful Sydneys, then back at the dirty-ass rapist.
“You’re a fucking dead man.” Slamming my forearm against Nick’s neck, I pinned him to his car. Nick’s face grew red, and I made it purple as I punched him repeatedly across the jaw.
“Gray, stop!” Sydneys yelled from behind me. “What are you doing?”
After two more blows, someone held my arm back, and I looked up to find Fernando pulling me away. He flipped me around, and I saw Chance and Sydneys standing on the lawn.
Chance winked and tipped a keg cup in my direction. “Atta boy,” he said.
“The fuck was that about?” Sharbus yelled, and suddenly, Fernando let me go and I dropped to my knees. When I twisted around, Fernando was holding Sharbus back.
Crawling across the sidewalk, I huddled at the Sydneys’ feet. “He’s a rapist, Sydney.”
“Gray, shut up,” Chance warned.
“I don’t care if I get kicked off the team,” I yelled, turning to face Sharbus. “I don’t care about your confidentiality agreement with Northern, you coward. You can call your momma and get my ass sued. I don’t give a shit.”
I pointed behind me to the Sydneys. “I love her, and you ruined us. She’s not a dirty bitch, and she scores ten thousand on the pussy scale.”
Sydneys gasped from behind me, and I turned toward them. “You heard him that morning, baby. Not me. I would never say those things.”
“Don’t listen to a goddamn thing he says, Sydney,” Sharbus yelled, and Fernando slammed him against the car. “And you’re right, Peters. You’re going to get your ass sued for slander.” He pointed to Sydneys. “I have a witness.”
“Brittany Saunders,” I said, narrowing my eyes at Sharbus. “Ask him about Brittany Saunders, Sydney.”
Chapter Forty-Seven
Two years earlier…
Gray’s door slammed shut, and I jerked my head off the pillow.
“Gray?” I said, letting out a yawn and twisting in the sheets.
I must have dozed off when he left for water. Gray really took it out of me. But just thinking about him made me grin like an idiot. I was thinking if I kissed Mom’s ass for the next two months, I could convince her let me transfer. Reformed, polite Sydney would certainly be able to woo an uptight forty-five-year-old woman with a penchant for inflicting pain, right?
No? Well, I’d think of something.
All I knew was our chemistry was palpable. Not just on a physical level. Hell, we’d just talked for three hours about the dumbest stuff, but it was exciting. The dumb stuff is what you accumulate after several eye-rolling years with a person. We got it all out in one glorious night.
Closing my eyes, I smashed my face into his pillow, breathing in his scent again.
Two knocks came from the door, and I lifted my head, waiting for Gray to enter.
“Quarter point on the pussy scale for that dirty bitch in there, but I took her to Pound Town. She’s learned her lesson.” A voice rang through the door, and I slid my hands to my ears, ready to slap myself.
I couldn’t think. I couldn’t hear. Blood pounded in my ears as I jumped out of bed and grabbed my clothes. What am I thinking? Of course Gray was a douche.
Slipping on my dress, I felt the tears stream down my cheeks as I waited for Gray to walk inside, but instead, I heard footsteps fade down the hall.
Throwing open the door, I looked for the nearest exit. Fortunately, there was a set of stairs across from Gray’s room, so I ran up two flights in my bare feet and ran to the guest dorm room.
Don’t cry, Sydney. Or do it later. Not now.
When I entered, Megan was hugging Brittany, and Brittany was crying. She was in the same dress as the night before. Instead of asking what was wrong, I panicked and grabbed my bag from the foot of my unused bed. I had to get out of here.
When I heard an earth-shattering sob from Brittany, I turned around.
“What the hell happened?” I asked, slinging my bag over my shoulder, shooting a nervous glance at the open door. I wiped below my eyes, pretending to smear away some mascara, but I was about to explode.
“Brittany’s sick,” Megan said, stroking the hair from Brittany’s face. “She must have had too much to drink last night. I found her outside in the hallway this morning.”
“Outside in the hallway?”
Megan nodded.
Brittany buried her face in Megan’s cardigan. “I slept with someone… I don’t remember why, but I don’t think I wanted to,” she said on a sob. “My underwear’s missing.”
“What do you mean you didn’t want to?”
“I think I said no, but he was so persistent, and when I tried to push him off, I turned and threw up all over the bed.”
Megan moved away, and I saw vomit dribbled over Brittany’s dress.
I’d just met these girls yesterday, and I had no idea what to say. I knew they were in high school still, and from my hometown, but not much beyond that.
I sat down on the bed, holding my bag in my lap. “Brittany, you have to report it. You’re underage, and it sounds like you may have been slipped something.”
Hearing my words, Brittany cried harder.
Megan shot me a dirty look. “Don’t you think she knows that?”
Pulling out my phone, I glanced down at the time. I could still make the bus into the city if I hurried. “Listen, you two don’t know me,” I said, standing from the bed. “If anyone asks you, you have no idea who I am. And don’t fuck around. I know where you guys go to school.”