“Right? That would be so hot!” McMinn decides. “I got a hundred on Moore.”

“No way, Skylar is a beast,” Archer says, and then they shake.

“Dumbass,” Markus snaps before shaking his head.

“Baylor, I’m warning you, if she hits you, you’re on your own! You can’t look at people like that, and I can’t hit her. My mom would kill me!” Jace adds.

Glaring even more, her eyes challenge mine and I challenge right on back. Narrowing my gaze, I put my hands on my hips as Jayden looks over at me, his eyes going wide. She says something to Jayden and he tries to stop her, but then she is moving toward me.

Bring it, bitch.

When she stops before me, she looks me up and down before scoffing at me. “Is there a problem?”

Shaking my head, I keep glaring at her. I ignore that she looks twenty times better than me, but then it has to be because her toga is basically hanging off her tits and her ass is hanging out. Yeah. That’s it.

Matching her arrogance, I say, “Did I say there was?”

“No, but your face sure does,” she snaps back, putting her hands on her hips. “And it seems like that happens every time I’m around Jayden, which is crazy to me since I know you two aren’t together.”

She does that whole moving her head with each word thing, and I want to laugh in her face. She couldn’t hold a candle to me. Yeah, she’s pretty and she could probably outrun me, but I know I can kick her ass.

“You’re right, so I have no clue what you are talking about,” I say, which makes no damn sense because we both know I am glaring at her.

She takes a step toward me and I’m not sure what she plans on doing, but then Jayden is there, putting his body between us. “Ladies? That’s enough.

“Well, tell your friend to stop looking at me like she’s gonna kick my ass for talking to you,” she yells, which gets the attention of everyone. “I thought you said you weren’t fucking her.”

“I’m not. That’s enough, back up,” he says sternly, his arm holding her back, while Jace flanks my other side.

“I’ll look at you any way I want, bitch,” I yell back, which really doesn’t do any good here.

Damn alcohol.

“Attagirl, Moore, tell her,” McMinn yells.

“Bet you won’t hit her!” Archer yells, and I swear, I’m surrounded by idiots.

“Whoa, whoa,” Jayden says, holding his hand up. “Shut the hell up, guys.”

“Whatever, you’re just jealous ’cause he won’t fuck you, and he will fuck me,” she says, wrinkling her nose at me. “Why would he want anyone like you when he can have me? Again and again.”

“Skylar, come on,” Jayden pleads as Jace laughs.

“I mean, if he wants a slut, then he’s going to the right place,” I yell, and Jayden’s eyes go wide as Jace and Markus start to hop up and down behind me.

I really need to stop drinking... Eh, okay, I’m lying, I’d say that to her sober.

“Okay, that’s enough,” Jayden says before turning me around and pushing me out of the kitchen.

“Wow, really childish, bitch. Enjoy my sloppy seconds,” she yells at me, and I laugh.

“Ho, please, every guy on this team is your sloppy seconds,” I yell back as he’s propelling me down the stairs and into my room. As he slams the door behind us, I turn, crossing my arms and ask, “What the hell are you doing?”

“What am I doing? Trying to save you from making an ass out of yourself!”

“I’ll do whatever the hell I want! If I want to fight that bitch, I will. If I want to go upstairs and hump some dude, I will, because apparently you aren’t fucking me.”

Looking at me with disbelief on his face, he yells back, “Aren’t you the one who has been telling me to keep it a secret? I’m doing what you fucking want!”

“True, but you don’t have to try to fuck other people while you’re with me.”

“What!” he yells, his voice bellowing through my room.

“Markus even said something, that you were too close for comfort with that ho. If you want her, be my guest, but know we are done.”

“For fuck’s sake, Baylor, I don’t want anyone but you. I’ve told you this. Trust me, we were just talking about Claire and Jude’s wedding.”

“I saw her touching you, and you weren’t trying to back away from her hand when she was doing it.”

Taking a step toward me, he holds his hands out. “Because fucking McCarthy and Smith were giving me shit for being with you. It was innocent flirting—on her end, none on mine—to ensure that our secret was safe. I figured that you know that you are it for me, and so I didn’t think you’d get jealous. Boy, was I fucking wrong. I’m pretty sure everyone knows we are together now.”

Glaring at him, I shake my head. “Whatever, you want her.”

Giving me a disgusted look, he sneers, “You’re delusional, Bay. I want you and that’s it.”

“Sure, whatever,” I say, waving him off. “Get out.”

“No,” he scoffs. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“I don’t want to be near you.”

“I don’t fucking care,” he yells back. “We are going to talk about this.”

Defiantly, I shake my head as my blood is still boiling and my heartbeat is pounding in my ears. It may be the alcohol, or maybe the reason I feel betrayed is justified, but as I look over at him, I sneer, “I don’t want to talk to you.”

He shrugs though. “Again, don’t fucking care. We are talking this out. I hate when you’re mad at me.”

“Why? Why do you care? We aren’t together, remember?”

“I swear to God,” he mutters, looking up at the ceiling. Then he glares over at me. “Wanna know why I fucking care? Why I don’t tell anyone when you ask me not to? And why I don’t want to fucking leave right now?”

Letting out an annoyed breath, I say, “You’re gonna tell me anyway.”

“You’re right, smartass, I am,” he yells, his nostrils flaring as his eyes burn into mine. “It’s because I fucking love you, Baylor,” he yells, his eyes dark and full of not just frustration but love. Ah. Damn it. I knew it. All I hear is my heartbeat and our breathing as we stare into each other’s eyes.