Page 84 of I Just Want to be Yours

“Did you do anything else?” she asks, her voice quiet.

“We went out after, but you know we do that sometimes.”

“Yeah, I know.” Another hesitation. “But did anything happen while you were out?”

I frown as I try to recall the night before. “Uh, Brian wanted to celebrate, so he got everyone shots. I think it’s the first time I’ve seen Brian drunk.”

“Were you drunk?”

I frown. “I was by the end of the night, but the hotel is within walking distance. What’s with all the questions?”

“You’re staying in a hotel?”

“Yeah, I told you, Brian wanted to?—”

“Is anyone with you?”

I look around the room like she might know something I don’t. “Uh, no. Why would someone be with me?”

Margot lets out a breath on the other end of the phone, and I can’t tell if she’s growing frustrated with me or if it was a sigh of relief. “Okay.”

“Margot, can you just tell me what’s on your mind? All these questions are making my head hurt.”

She pauses for another beat. “You were with a girl last night. I thought she might still be there.”

I let out a laugh. “What?”

Margot speaks slowly. “Do you remember doing anything with a girl last night?”

I shake my head. “No, because I didn’t do anything with a girl last night.”

There’s a sniffle on the other end of the phone, and I sit up straight. “Are you crying?”

Ignoring my question, she takes a steadying breath. “Can you just look at the band’s Instagram?”

“Yeah, hold on.” What the hell could make her this upset? I put her on speaker so I can make sure she’s not actually crying while I open the app. There’s a picture of all of ussitting in the booth last night that I vaguely remember taking toward the end of the night. Amazingly, none of us look as sloppy as we probably were. “I see the picture of us from last night, but I don’t understand why you’re?—”

“Go to the tagged pictures.”

I do as she says, and the sinking realization hits me as soon as my eyes fall to Tarah’s unmistakable blonde hair and black leather jacket. Even from a distance it looks bad, but I go ahead and tap on the image to enlarge it anyway. “Fuck.”

There’s another sniffle, but her voice is surprisingly steady when she says a curt, “Yup.”

I zoom in. Goddamn it. She was all over me.

“Remember now?” Margot asks, snapping me out of my daze.

“I didn’t forget. This was nothing, Margot. I was with her for all of five minutes, and I turned her down.”

“Yeah, she looks devastated,” she says flatly. “Sounds it, too. Did you read the caption?”

My eyes jump to the blatant lie under the picture, and my anger spikes. “What the fuck? The only person she might have gotten lucky with last night was Mya.”

She forces a bitter laugh. “Right.”

Taking the phone off speaker, I hold it to my ear. “I’m serious. You can ask Mya about it if you want to.”

“I don’t want to ask Mya, Jackson. I’m asking you.”

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