Page 60 of Faking the Play

“Someone had sex in our rooms,” Ryan said, the hurt and betrayal in his eyes speaking volumes.

“I’m hoping you guys think I let people in here and they had sex in your rooms,” I said slowly. “Because that’d be bad enough.”

“Just stop!” Logan exploded. “We know you fucked Jason in our beds or showers or wherever. Probably all over the whole fucking apartment.”

I took a step back, pain lancing through me, sharp enough to make it hard for me to even breathe, but I managed to get the oxygen I needed to defend myself. “I haven’t even seen Jasonsince he got expelled, and I certainly haven’t fucked him. Here or anywhere else.”

“You’re the only other one with a key,” Ethan said quietly, unable to meet my eyes. “The lock wasn’t broken, so whoever got in here used a key.”

“Or picked the lock,” I countered.

“There’s evidence all over the place,” Logan cut in, stepping between me and the other two guys. “Condoms, clothes.”

“You want a DNA sample to compare?” My nails bit into my hands as I curled my hands into fists. “Or maybe I should give you my phone so you can check my call history and texts? I hadn’t realized you’d changed your major to criminal justice.”

“Yeah, well, you two didn’t bother being that subtle about it.” Logan held something up. “You wanna explain how Jason’s student ID ended up on the floor of my bedroom?”

I gaped, staring at the little piece of plastic. It really was Jason’s ID. I’d seen it a hundred times before. And I had no idea how it could’ve gotten into Logan’s room. All I knew for certain was that I hadn’t put it there and I certainly hadn’t been here with Jason.

“I don’t know,” I admitted. “But he threatened to destroy me for getting him expelled.”

And I had walked away from him, thinking he’d never be able to do anything that would hurt me as badly as what he’d already done.

I’d been so wrong, because I had no doubt at all that he was behind this.

Logan laughed, but it was a brittle, bitter sound, like no laugh I’d ever heard from him before.

“I didn’t do anything with him.” The strength faded from my voice as I saw in Logan’s eyes that he didn’t believe me. I turned to Ethan and Ryan. “I swear, I have no idea what happened here.This place was spotless when I left last night and I haven’t been back until just now.”

“We knew Jason was a cheater,” Logan said. “We just never imagined you would be too.”

Tears burned my eyelids. “You believed me before. Why won’t you believe me now?”

“Yeah, well, maybe that was a mistake,” Logan said.

I flinched. For a second, I saw a flash of guilt on all three faces, but it disappeared from Logan’s eyes almost immediately, replaced by something hard and unyielding. Something cold I’d never imagined could come from such a warm person.

“You should probably go,” Ethan said.

“We need to figure out what really happened.” I hated the desperation in my voice, but I couldn’t believe this was actually happening. “There’s a logical explanation for all of this.”

“You’re right,” Ryan said, “but it points to you not being the person we thought you were.”

“I’m not the only one,” I whispered. “Because the men I thought you were, my friends, my lovers, the men I was falling…”

I swallowed hard and shook my head to dislodge the blinding tears. I didn’t care if they saw them. Let them see what they were doing to me.

If they even gave a damn.

“We’re done, Amelia.” Logan crossed his arms over his chest, his face stony. “Leave the key and get the hell out.”

I took the key out of my pocket and set it on the closest surface. “I wish you’d kept walking that day.”

“Yeah, well, I’m wishing we’d never gone near the bookstore either,” Logan said.

I shook my head again, turning away from him before I clarified. “Not then. That day fourteen years ago when you stopped to help me pick up everything I’d dropped. I wish you’d just kept walking and left me alone.”

I’d never wished that before, not even when my heart broke seven years ago when I realized I’d lost my friends. But I meant what I said now. I wished our friendship had never existed.

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