Foot tapping, eyes glaring, Trevor epitomized the phrase “if looks could kill.”
“What the hell. Why were you hitting on my girlfriend?”
Hayden raised his eyebrows. “Girlfriend? You broke up with her. She’s fair game now.”
Screw the bro code. Trevor was less and less like a “bro” every day. The way he treated Molly disgusted Hayden. And she didn’t even know half of what Trevor had said and done.
“It wasn’t official yet. Maybe I changed my mind. You should have waited before you moved in on her.” Trevor crossed his arms and leaned back in the chair. “I was about to tell her I was sorry. And that I’d take her back.”
Hayden balled his hands into fists. “What makes you think she wants to have you back? You’ve always treated her like shit.”
Trevor chuckled. “Oh, she’d come back.”
Hayden spoke softly through clenched teeth. “Not if she knew about the cheating.”
Trevor leaned forward on the chair. “You better not fucking tell her, Hayden. That’s not cool.”
Hayden’s laugh was sarcastic. “Right, not cool. Cheating on your girlfriend is though. You don’t deserve her. And Molly deserves better.”
The door to the principal’s office opened and Molly walked out. They both stood, and Hayden took a step closer to her. She met his eyes then Trevor’s.
“Hayden, you need to go in now.” She continued to stare at Trevor with a frown.
“Molly, you didn’t get in trouble, did you?” She stared at Trevor and Hayden’s gut turned.
She gazed at Trevor for another moment then answered Hayden. Her gray gaze moved over his face, avoiding his eyes. “No. He wanted my side of the story. I have to go back to class.” Hayden waited for her to leave. He didn’t want Trevor to have time alone with her.
Molly gestured to the door. “You’d better go. He’s already mad.” She finally met his eyes.
Hayden didn’t move. He wanted to touch her and see the warm gaze from when he kissed her.
“Go.” She grinned. “I’ll bring your homework later.”
Instead of relief, fear raked its icy claws on Hayden’s back, like a wet Gremlin in the kitchen after midnight.
Molly’s gaze bounced back to Trevor.
“Let’s go Mr. Bishop. I haven’t got all day.” Mr. Roberts’ voice boomed from his office.
Hayden smiled at Molly to hide his fear. “I’ll see you later. Call me and I can come pick it up.”
She nodded, and Hayden entered the office. He glanced at Trevor’s face before the door closed. The look Trevor gave Molly could win an Oscar. Even he almost believed Trevor was sorry. Guess those acting lessons paid off. Hayden grimaced. This fight wasn’t over yet, and he would find a way to win.
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