Page 88 of That's Too Pucking Bad

I pause, frowning. I make my way downstairs, peeking through the peephole. My stomach drops.

“Shit,” I mutter, yanking the door open.

“Remy.” Colin’s brother, Trevor, stands there, his hands shoved into his pockets. His face is tight, like he’s upset.

“Hey, Trev. What are you doing here?” I ask, my voice sharper than I mean it to be. “Is everything okay?”

He doesn’t answer right away, his eyes scanning my face like he’s looking for something. Finally, he sighs. “I saw you–”

I blink. “Saw me?”

“At the grocery store today,” he says, his voice low. “With that guy.”

My heart skips a beat, but I keep my face neutral. “So?”

His jaw clenches. “Is it true?”

I cross my arms, leaning against the doorframe. Trevor and I were pretty close while I was with Colin. He’s Colin’s older brother, so Trevor and I know each other pretty well.

“Is what true, Trevor?” I ask.

“Don’t play dumb, Remy.” His voice rises, and for a second, I think he’s going to lose it. “Are you sleeping with him?”

I stare at him, my throat tightening.

“I knew it,” he spits, taking a step back. “Jesus Christ, Remy. You didn’t even sleep with Colin. Colin’s barely gone, and you’re already—”

“Stop,” I cut him off, my voice sharp. “You don’t get to do this.”

He laughs bitterly. “I just thought you were better than this. I thought that we were a family, that you’d marry Colin, have kids with him, but no, you were with this guy, weren’t you? Have you been sleeping with him before Colin broke up with you? Were you cheating on my brother—”

“Trevor.” My voice shakes, and I hate it. “Just stop. Please.”

He shakes his head, his eyes hard. “You’ve changed, you know that? You’re not the Remy I knew. You get into some rich fucking school and you–”

I bite the inside of my cheek, refusing to let the tears fall as I shut the door.

“You are so guilty, Rem. Just wait until you find out what this guy is really about!”

I hear his footsteps descend as my heart pounds. I don’t know what he’s talking about, or how he would know anything about Zane, but my mind’s running wild.

Hours later, I’m curled up on the couch, trying to focus on some stupid reality show when the doorbell rings.

I groan, dragging myself to the door. When I open it, Zane’s standing there, a bouquet of flowers in his hand.

“Hey,” he says, his voice soft.

I blink, surprised. “What… what are you doing here?”

He shrugs, holding out the flowers. “Saw these and thought of you.”

I take them, the corners of my mouth twitching despite myself. “Thanks.”

“You okay?” His eyes narrow, scanning my face.

I force a smile. “Yeah.”

He doesn’t look convinced, but he doesn’t push it.

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