Page 80 of The Wrong Quarterback

I let Parker take my hand, and he led us out of the hallway and back into the main room, which seemed to have gotten three times as crowded while I’d peed. He led me to where Jace and Matty were, and I glanced around the room, stiffening when I caught sight of Hunter on the couch—Nat nowhere to be seen. There was a girl on either side of him, and he was taking turns making out with each one, his hand feeling up their breasts right in front of everyone.

I quickly pulled out my phone, texting Nat to ask where she was. She had told me she and Hunter had decided to be exclusive. Had something happened when he’d stopped by…because this wasn’t looking exclusive…

Nat: Ugh. My cramps started, and I’m crampy and crabby and miserable. Have fun without me, though, and tell Hunter I love his dick.

The text made me sick…for more reasons than one.

I snapped a picture of Hunter and sent it to Nat, because she needed to know.

I couldn’t help but watch Hunter some more as I waited for Nat to answer…and I also couldn’t help but think…if one of the offensive linemen was like this…then what was the star quarterback like?

I stood there, panicking, noticing again all the women who were staring at Parker, Jace, and Matty like they would do anything to have them. Like their life’s purpose was to get into bed with them.

Was this stupid…to think that Parker may be serious about us? To think he might be—mine…

He’d seemed to know right where he wanted to go in the library. Was that his usual spot? Did the passenger seat in his truck usually have a girl writhing on it? Had he kissed a girl on national television in the past…

“Hey, what’s going on? I can feel you freaking out,” Parker murmured, concerned, as he tipped my chin up to look at him.

I bit my lip, having trouble meeting his eyes. “How many of the girls here have you hooked up with?” I asked, the words rolling out of me before I could stop them.

Parker’s eyes grew wide. “Why are you asking that?”

“I mean…it’s a lot, right? I’m over here a virgin, and you’ve been the biggest manwhore on campus. Haven’t you?” There was a feral panic to my voice, like I was unraveling.

Parker nodded at Jace and Matty, and they stepped away, taking the crowd of people that had gathered with them.

I glanced over at Hunter again, and Parker’s gaze followed. “Fucking hell,” he growled, his eyes shooting daggers at his teammate.

Before he could answer anything, there was a commotion by the front door, and Nat stormed in, eyes blazing, her feet stomping against the floor like war drums.

She must have sprinted the entire way to get here that fast.

A murmur rippled through the room, but Nat didn’t slow down, her gaze locked onto her target: Hunter.

“You fucking asshole!” she screamed, her voice cutting through the noise. Without a second of hesitation, she stomped over and launched herself on his lap.

Hunter’s eyes widened, clearly caught off guard, but he didn’t have time to say a word. Nat’s fist shot out, landing a solid punch to his nose with a force that echoed in the room. He barely blinked before she hit him again, the second punch landing right on his cheekbone.

“Get it girl!” I thought I heard Jace yell.

Blood trickled from Hunter’s nose, a crimson streak cutting down his face as he tried to steady himself, looking at Nat with surprise. Before he could respond, two guys jumped in, grabbing Nat by the arms and hauling her back, though she was still writhing in their grip, spitting every curse word she could think of.

“You arrogant, lying son of a fuckwad!” She kicked out, trying to land another hit, her eyes blazing as she twisted against the guys holding her.

I broke free of Parker’s grip, rushing over to her side. Nat’s face was pale, her chest heaving, but she wasn’t crying. There was just a fierce, unfiltered anger radiating from her, like she was holding herself together through sheer fury alone.

“Nat,” I said softly, reaching for her hand as she finally stopped struggling. She looked over at me, her breathing rough, but she let out a small, sharp breath, her shoulders dropping just a fraction.

“I’m fine,” she muttered, her voice thick with frustration, eyes darting to where Hunter was in the kitchen now, trying to clean up the blood dribbling from his nose. “Can we go back to the room?”

“Of course,” I told her.

Parker was right by us then, a tic in his cheek when I told him I was leaving. “We need to talk,” he said as he walked with us out of the house to drive us back home.

“We’ll talk…later,” I told him, my arm wrapped around Nat. She shot me a questioning look but didn’t say anything.

Parker and I stayed quiet the short drive back to the dorm, but Parker kept looking at me every few seconds, as if he was willing me to talk.

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