Page 137 of Your Side of the Offense

“Logan came looking for you around 10pm, he had been drinking and…”

When I see she doesn’t plan on finishing, I push. “And?”

“One thing led to another, Su. I don’t think you want the details.”

“Oh, but I do. You slept with him. Where was Trevor?” I am purely curious. She and Trevor have always had a touch-and-go relationship. They were mostly together but there seemed to be nothing more than superficiality between them.

“H-he was there.”

I’m sorry what? I have so many questions. It makes me want to smile to myself when I realize none of this is particularly hurtful, it’s just gossip. Hazel got fucked by her friend’s boyfriend in the presence of her maybe-boyfriend. So many questions.

“How did that happen?” I hate that I sound so nosy but fuck it maybe I am. And it pleases me that I am not taking this as personally as I maybe ought to.

She shrugs. “Trevor…he asked me to make him feel better.”

Mouth. On. The. Floor.

Okay, I think I’ve heard enough. Maybe I should fold my curiosity. Harvey. I need to go to my boyfriend. We have a steak dinner by Caleb tonight and then a party at Martin’s so I am really booked and busy.

Besides, I no longer have energy for this situation. Coming here has helped me a great deal, though. I got a lot of closure. What they all did was fucked up, but I can’t be mad, I was playing my own game too.

“Well, I hope you are happy for the record,” I say finally.

That seems to surprise her. “You aren’t upset?”

“You were my friend and you betrayed me, but other than that, I never loved nor wanted Logan, so he was never mine to get butt hurt over. I am back where I belong and…I’m good.” I find myself spilling truth and I may be wrong, but I see a flash of disappointment in her face before she flashes a smile. So fake.

“You are…okay with it?”

I shrug. “I am back with my boyfriends and best friends, Hazel. Life’s good.” I make sure to show her my genuine smile.

She rewards me with a smile that wants to be genuine but ends up almost plastic. I hope she doesn’t hurt herself.

“Any—" the knock disturbs me. She opens the door and Harvey stands at the door, hands in his pocket, looking impatient.

“Foods ready,” he says. I pass Hazel and place my hand on her shoulder.

“All the best in your future endeavors.” I omit the ‘bitch,’ but she got it.

Smiling, I leave with my boyfriend.

They can all go fuck themselves, respectfully and away from me and mine.

We head back to the house, and the lunch is amazing.

“Oh my god, Cal. This is so good.” I moan at the mashed potatoes.

“Ugh, you know how I do,” he replies with a cocky shrug.

“Pipe down, you ain’t Gordon,” Harvey says.

“Don’t compare me with basic bitches, please.” Caleb raises his fork to Harv.

Arch rolls his eyes from across the table as Jaden shovels on his plate.

“So, you excited about the party?” Caleb asks.

“I’m looking forward to getting some drinks in me. It’s been so long since I danced on a pool table,” I say.

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