Page 22 of Keep Me

There goes my whole not thinking about her plan.

“Didn’t want to.” I shrug, shoving a Pop-Tart in my mouth.

“Theo’s your best friend, though,” he points out as he shakes his controller.

“And?”

“As a best friend, it’s your duty to attend parties thrown by your friend,” Noah chimes in.

“It’s true,” Em adds in quietly. She’s always been soft-spoken and one to keep to herself. Noah and her ended up dating after she tutored him during our freshman year.

“Meh, he’s fine. Theo has lots of friends,” I retort, watching as Emily knocks Noah’s character off the track.

Cuddy sits up, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Did you know that Travis asked Camille to the party tonight?”

What? Is he fucking serious?

“Where did you hear that?” I sound frantic, which is unusual for me, but as of recently, there are a lot of unusual things happening to me.

Cuddy and Noah exchange a glance, but I don’t have to read into what just transpired between them.

“From Travis himself. He bragged about it in the showers after our workout. He said he’s pulling a move tonight,” Noah finally says.

I spring up and off the couch. Not bothering to pick up the box of Pop-Tarts from the floor, I head to the entryway and grab my keys.

In no fucking universe is he touching her tonight.

“Where are you going?” Cuddy asks, his tone snarky as fuck, and I don’t even care why right now.

“You guys know Travis is a pig. I’m not letting him get anywhere near her.” I snarl, throwing my leather jacket on. “Why the hell did you wait this long to tell me?”

“Didn’t know it was something I needed to tell you,” he remarks.

“She’s a grown woman, you know. She can handle herself and make her own choices. Maybe she wants Travis to make a move.” Noah shrugs, playing devil’s advocate, and I could throttle him for the images that pop into my head of Travis’s grimy hands all over my princess.

“Fuck off, both of you.”

I leave with that, storming out of the house, and rev up my bike as I make my way over to the football players’ house. It’s not far, but I want to get there as soon as fucking possible.

I park on the curb outside the house, noting the mass of people who are piled on the porch, beers spelling out “party” on the front lawn and music raging from inside.

It’s a shit show here.

I storm inside, not responding to the various people who shout my name and try to call me over. I have one person I’m here for. I don’t give a shit about anyone else. It’s packed inside the house, and I bump into a few shoulders as I move through the crowd of people.

I check the living room and kitchen with no sighting of her. My gut churns as I think of her being upstairs with him. I have no right to be pissed off about it, but I don’t trust Travis. Not for a single second.

I’m about to go upstairs when Theo spots me. His eyes widen, the cowboy hat on his head nearly tipping off as he leans forward in shock. “Ry guy, is that you?” he shouts, running over to clap me on the back.

“Hey, have you seen Camille?” I ask, skipping formalities.

“Yeah, she was downstairs playing Dance Dance Revolution with some of the guys from your team,” he says.

I go to brush past him, but he grips my shoulder, halting me in place.

“What is it?” I snap at him, impatient.

“What is it with you?” he asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

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