Page 15 of Me Three
I smile back at him and turn to go.
“And I meananything,” he adds, making me stop in my tracks for a moment.
Does he mean what I think he means? Does he want to see me again? Does that mean he and Carter want to fuck me again?
Sheesh, I get insta-hard at the mere thought of it. I need to get out of here.
My mind seems to become functional again, and I exit Dough Bros only to bump into Carter this time.
“Hey,” I say.
His eyes widen and his skin goes white like he’s just seen a ghost.
“Are you okay?” I ask him even though he still looks like he’s hyperventilating.
“Yeah. All good,” he says, warming his hands with his breath. “Busy night?” he says looking at my hands full of boxes.
“Something like that,” I chuckle.
“Well, have a good night,” he says and turns his back on me.
Is it me, or is he cold? And I’m not talking about the temperature.
“I saw Everett inside,” I say. “Mr. Spencer.”
Carter turns half his body and nods at me.
I want to say what Everett suggested inside, but Carter turns his back to me again, and I realize he’s no longer interested in me. Or in having a conversation.
Fine. I’m not gonna stick around beating a dead horse.
“Good night, then,” I tell him with a huff just as Everett comes out, and I storm away from the both of them.
“Carter, what happened? What did you do?” I hear Everett ask Carter, but whether Carter responds or not, I don’t know. I’m too far away, and I don’t care anymore.
I practically run back to Freddy’s and Julian’s dorm room and am panting by the time I get inside, my arms hot and achy from carrying the boxes all the way here.
The guys all pause the game and get their pizzas while I try to catch my breath.
Harry passes me a cream soda, and I take it from him.
“All good?” he asks me.
“Yeah,” I say breathily and pop the soda open.
Once I’ve drunk half, I’ve managed to catch my breath and decide to hide behind my pizza box. I don’t want to get into what just happened, and I don’t know if my face is a tell-tale sign of my confusion and upset.
What the hell did I do to Carter? And why was Everett so nice all of a sudden? If I knew a random threesome was going to turn out so complicated, I’d have never done it. But how the hell was I supposed to know they were going to be my teachers in the new semester? And how was it my fault?
My phone pings in my pocket, and I retrieve it to find a notification on Cinderfella.
I open the app and go to my messages, trying to focus on the task and not the guys.
I’ve got a new message from a user called BearWithMe.
BearWithMe:Hey, it’s Everett. This is my own profile. I’m sorry about Carter. I hope he wasn’t too rude to you. He’s got...issues. Nothing to do with you. And I meant it when I said you can tell me if you need anything. Here’s my number if you ever want to talk.
My eyes do a double-take and I blink several times, reading and re-reading the message. I can’t believe Everett is still interested in me, despite our academic relationship.
