Page 192 of Only With You

I’m not sure why he won’t get the hint that I don’t want him in my life. I’m not sure how much more forward I need to be for him to move on.

I have, though Reid would suggest otherwise, but I’m done with him, so that’s enough for me.

I go to the kitchen to grab the oat milk I told Julianna I’d buy but stop in my tracks. Saint is leaning against the counter, looking out of it, and his bottom lip has a gash in the corner. It’s cracked with blood, but it’s dry and there’s a bruise around it.

“Saint.” He still doesn’t look up. “Mate?”

“Sorry, what?” His gaze lifts as does a smile on his face and he plays with a small dagger in his hands.

“What happened to your lip?” I ask as Jagger saunters in.

He’s doing better now. The X-rays were all negative, and he was cleared to play for last night’s game. Unfortunately, it’s our first loss of the season, and while they’re bound to happen, last night should’ve been an easy win.

Jagger halts, zeroing in on Saint’s lip. “Don’t tell me it was the sheet again?”

“It’s a big fucking mattress. I’m not used to making my own bed.” He pushes off the counter and grabs the already made smoothie from the fridge and hands me the oat milk.

Jag tsks, flashing him a crooked grin, and types something on his phone before he slips it in the pocket of his trousers.

Saint flips him off when he looks at his phone. “I don’t need to watch a tutorial on how to make a bed,stronzo. I’ve got it now, but the fitted sheet just slipped.”

I cock a brow. “You’re telling me you punched yourself accidentally because your hand slipped when you were putting the fitted sheet? Again?”

I would’ve believed that he did that while high. Last year, he smoked a lot of weed. I don’t know how that’s even possible when we get drug tested. But somehow, despite the team and coaching staff knowing about it, he got away with it. I guess that’s what happens when your father has the money to make people shut up.

Someone must’ve said something, unless he willingly stopped on his own, because he hasn’t smoked in a while.

He takes a drink from his smoothie. “That’s how it happened.”

“He’s used to his maids doing it. Let’s give him some grace, because first-world problems and all that,” he sarcastically remarks.

Jagger’s not lying. We found out when Saint moved in that he didn’t know how to make his bed or any kind of chore becausehe’s never had to. He still does a shit job, but it’s better than when he first moved in.

“Anyway, I gotta go.” Jag grabs his keys from the drawer we keep them in and tosses me mine.

Saint and I sweep our gazes over him. He looks different, put together, like he’s trying to impress someone.

“On a date?” Saint tips his head to the side, assessing him.

“I don’t do dates. You know that. I’m just going out.”

“Since when do youjustgo out?” he inquires.

“Jesus Christ, are you my mother? It’s just a fuck. It means nothing.” He dips out before Saint can interrogate him any further.

Saint snickers. “Never seen him so tense for a quick fuck. You’d think he’d be good, because he’ll be in his element. He looked like he smoked the fattest blunt after I saw three girls from the swim team leave his room.”

Yeah, I don’t know what’s up with him, but I’ll ask him later. I gotta go.

“Oh, we’re good for Saturday and Cole will be here,” he says before I make it out of the kitchen.

It’s been a week since Julianna told me what happened and a week that I’ve been mulling over all the things I’d like to do to him. But if I act irrationally, I’ll do nothing but get in trouble and he’ll get away. So I’ve come up with something. I don’t know if it’ll work, but it’s worth a try.

I asked Saint to throw a party after semi this Saturday and make sure Cole shows up, which won’t be hard to do. When Saint throws a party, everyone comes.

He didn’t ask questions and just got it done even after I told him not to tell Jagger or the other guys it was my idea. But mainly Jagger, because if he knows, he’ll want to talk me out of it because of the scholarship, but it means fuck-all to me.

“You know if you need help getting rid of a body, I know a guy.”

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