Page 47 of Breakout
No, instead I have to play it cool.
It takes another five minutes for us to finish our fight. I swear it’s the longest five minutes of my life. As soon as we are done, I put the controller down and stand.
“Grab me a cola,” Brett says, looking at his phone.
I smack him on the back of the head. “Get your own. I’m going out.”
“What? Where?” Kellan asks.
“Club Zero.”
Clay perks up. “That’s where Grace is. I mean, you guys don’t know that. We could maybe tag along? It is all your idea after all, and you have no clue where they are.”
Fuck.How am I supposed to save her without our entire friend group knowing what is going on?
I don’t have a choice, though. The guys will be even more suspicious of me if I tell them they can’t come.
God, I hate lying.
“Yeah. The more the merrier,” I tell them.
“You going to meet up with a chick?” Brett asks as he stands, stretching.
“Nope. I just feel like getting out.”
He shrugs. “I’m going to pass. Don’t have too much fun without me.”
“Wait. Are you feeling okay?” I ask, touching his forehead. “You aren’t acting like yourself.”
He pushes me off of him. “Not everything is about clubbing.”
“You’re right. You also like to get pussy, from what I recall.” I raise an eyebrow at him.
“Yeah. Yeah. Sue me. I’m tired.” He doesn’t say another word as he heads toward the stairs.
“Is he okay?” Kellan asks.
I have been so focused on everything with Peyton that I don’t even know what’s going on with my best friend. Feeling guilty, I tell the guys, “I’ll be out in a second.”
Taking the stairs two at a time, I make it to the top in no time at all. I knock on Brett’s door, opening it when he calls out.
“You okay, bud?” I ask, leaning against the doorframe.
He gives me a sad smile. “Yeah. I’ll be fine.”
“You want to talk about it?” I ask, even with the need to get to Peyton under my skin.
“Nah, man. Go get your girl.”
“There’s no girl, and even if there was, I still have time for you.”
He nods. “I know. When the time is right, I’ll tell you, just like you will tell me when your time is right.”
I go to tell him there’s nothing to tell him, but keep my mouth shut instead. He’s right.
“Anytime you need me, I’m here,” I tell him.
“Same, brother.”
