Page 131 of Kiss to Shatter

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PRESCOTT

“Well, boys, the unthinkable happened Wentworth has fallen.”

I let out a loud groan as I hop onto the treadmill and start the machine. “We haven’t been here for even two full minutes.”

“What do you mean, fallen?” Nixon asks, glancing at me, but I turn my attention to the display, pressing the button to start the machine.

“He got himself a girl,” Spencer explains, always the helpful one.

“I didn’t get myself anything,” I mutter.

“So, was that a guy you were hiding in your bed this morning?”

“You’re hiding a guy in your bed?” Zane asks as he joins us.

I grit my teeth together. “I haven’t been hiding a guy anywhere.”

“It would be totally cool if you have,” Nixon chimes in. “Just saying.”

“It wasn’t a guy.”

“So, it was a girl?”

“Damn, you people are giving me a headache. Can we not talk about it?”

“But how can we not?” Spencer asks. “You were supposed to be my wingman, and now you have a girlfriend?”

“She isn’t my girlfriend.”

Hookup. A regular hookup, but a hookup nonetheless. A hookup that’s currently sleeping in my bed, and I kind of hope that she stays there until I get home. Maybe I could sneak into the bed and wake her up with my to—

“Then why hide her from me?”

“You hid her? Why?”

I glare at my friends. “The girl wanted some privacy. Is that so hard to grasp?”

“The girls you usually date don’t care one bit about it.”

“Zane’s right,” Spencer nods. “Remember that one chick who asked me to jo—”

“Okay, I get it. I usually hookup with groupies. Fine. She’s not one of them, so can we just let it be and get back to exercise? You know the reason why you assholes pulled me out of bed at the ass crack of dawn in the first place?”

I turn around to find my friends staring at me, completely speechless.

“What?!” I bite out.

Do I have something on my face or some shit?

Spencer is the first to break the silence. “See? I told you he had it bad.”

“Well, I’ll be damned.”

I shake my head, exasperated with this conversation. “I don’t have time for this.”

“But, it’s so fu—”

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