Page 285 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 6
No, I definitely didn’t want to see it. I turned away to avoid watching them kiss.
The rest of the untouchables were staring at me. Waiting to see what I’d do.
But I was fine.
Just a little cold. I probably should have grabbed a jacket like Tanner had suggested.
But I was fine.
It felt a little like I’d gotten punched in the stomach. And stabbed in the heart.
But I was definitely fine.
I felt the tear slide down my cheek a second too late.
This time I didn’t flinch when James put his hand on my shoulder. He leaned down to get face to face with me. “I’m sorry. I was just worried if he saw you and didn’t know you were alive…I…I was just worried.”
Everyone was still staring at me.
“But I never meant you shouldn’t sit with us because you didn’t belong. You’ve always belonged beside us. And you should sit with us. I want you to sit with us. Because you are our friend. You’ve always been, Brooklyn. No matter what happens. We’ll all always be friends.”
I looked up at him and wiped the tears from my eyes.
He smiled down at me.
“Thanks, James. But I think you’re right. I should probably go.” I turned to get Jacob, but he was no longer in Tanner’s arms. He was sitting with Scarlett and they were giggling about something. He looked so happy.
“Really,” James said. “Stay.”
“Come on, sis,” Mason said. “We’re way up here. He probably won’t even see you. He’s busy.”
Yeah, he definitely looked busy with Kennedy. I wasn’t really worried about Matt seeing me. Right now I was just worried about my heart exploding.
“You knew,” I said to Tanner. “You knew and you brought me here anyway.”
“Surprise,” he said again. “I have a confession. Kennedy’s not my best friend. Matt is.”
“Yeah, I kind of figured that.” I shook my head. He’d set me up. He’d planned all of this. “What is wrong with you?”
“A lot of things are wrong with him,” Rob said. “But the game is starting. And not to sound rude like my brother, but it might be good if you stay a little low. Just until you talk to Matt.”
I nodded and sat down behind the tallest person I could.
But they didn’t really block my view.
People started cheering, but I wasn’t paying attention to the game. I couldn’t keep my eyes off Matt. Matt and Kennedy.
They looked happy.
They really did.
I looked down at my lap.
And as badly as I wanted to be happy for them…I wasn’t. I really wasn’t.
I was a hypocrite.
I was a bad friend.
