Page 12 of Heart on Ice

“You might, but I sure as hell don’t trust those girls that hang around the house.”

I roll my eyes and reluctantly get off the couch and get ready.

Moments later, we head into the frat house. People spilling out of the house onto the street, and the music is pumping. Harper takes my hand and pulls me through the crush of people.

“Do you see him?” she screams over the music. I shake my head because I can’t, and usually it is easy because Pierre towers over everyone. “What does his location say?”

Pulling out my phone, I stare down at the app. “He’s here.”

Harper nods and pulls me up the stairs toward his bedroom. He’s probably in his room, Pierre takes his hockey seriously and doesn’t usually party with the other players, his sole focus is to be the best. “Which room is it?” she asks.

“That one.” I point to his door.

Harper continues to pull me toward it, but instead of knocking, she barges right into his room. Before I have a chance to stop her, she flicks the light on, and I gasp at what I see. Missy Jenkins giving my boyfriend a blowjob.

“Hey, assholes, don’t you knock, I’m kind of busy.” Pierre groans before looking up. “Shit, Issy,” he curses, pushing Missy off his dick. I can see her spit glisten across his cock. I’m going to be sick.

“And this is why I don’t trust him. She’s not the first,” Harper informs me.

“What the fuck, Harper?” Pierre screams at her as he tries to get himself dressed.

I am in utter disbelief. I can’t believe he would do this to me.

“Issy, please, it’s not what it looks like,” Pierre pleads.

“Not what it looks like? It looks a hell of a lot like you’re fucking over my friend,” Harper tells him.

“This is none of your business, shut the fuck up,” he screams at her.

“Whatever lame ass excuse he’s going to give you, remember she’s not the first,” Harper says to me.

I stare at Pierre, and I don’t see the boy who held my heart anymore, I see nothing but a stranger.

“Issy, please, let me explain,” he says.

But I don’t want to hear it, nothing he says can make me forgive this, nothing. And with that, I turn and disappear out the door in tears as my heart breaks in two.

“Babe, I’m so sorry,” Harper says, running after me.

“You knew.” I stare at her as tears run down my cheeks.

“Not one hundred percent. I had heard girls boasting about it around campus, but I could never catch him. I knew you wouldn’t believe me unless I showed you the proof,” she explains.

My stomach turns. “Do I know these girls?”

Harper nods. “Some are friends,” she confesses.

Oh.

My stomach sinks. “Friends?”

“Obviously, not real friends,” Harper adds.

“Why did he do this? Was I not enough? Am I not pretty enough? My boobs not big enough? Am I bad in bed? What did I do?” I sob to her.

“Nothing, you did nothing. It’s his ego. He’s got caught up in the hype of himself. He thinks he’s a fucking king,” Harper explains to me.

“I don’t know that guy in there,” I say, pointing toward the frat house.

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