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At least not when I’m around.
I hear him open the door, but it closes quickly, as if he changed his mind. Suddenly he’s standing right in front of me.
“If you’re going to sleep with guys, at least go to their rooms.
You locked Lori out, and she was waiting in the hall for you to finish for who knows how long.”
Lori told me about running into Adam, but she thought he believed her when she told him she forgot her key.
“There was no guy.” I try to act indignant. “Lor told you what happened.”
He rolls his eyes. “Yeah, because Lori’s a fantastic liar. Even Kellan, like usual, tried covering for you by saying he saw you come up the stairs, but obviously he saw the guy leave your room.
I’m not stupid. Try thinking about others sometimes, Fayanna.”
Did Kellan say that? Or is that what Adam assumed happened? The angry and disappointed look my brother saves only for me sears into my brain, and my chest tightens. He turns around then pauses, looking at me before saying, “And on that note, stop flirting with Kellan. It’s weird and gross, and it makes everyone uncomfortable.”
My heart speeds up. “I flirt with all your friends.”
“Yeah, but Dylan’s like your brother, and Alessio has a girlfriend. Kellan’s the only one who’d actually take you seriously, and the thought of you and my best friend together makes me want to stab myself in the eye with a rusty fork.Especiallyafter what happened with Zach. So quit it.”
His words are a kick in the stomach, but still, I force myself to ask, “Why would it be so bad if Kellan and I got together?”
His eyebrows draw together and his head rears back like I’ve just asked him the most ridiculous question with the most obvious answer. “Faye, you go through guys like most people go through socks—” he holds up a hand when I open my mouth to argue with him “—not judging, I literally don’t care, I’m just stating facts.” He drops his hand when I relax my defensive stance. “The point is, he’s my best friend, not a fling, and when shit goes sideways, I don’t want to have to be in the middle. He’ll always be at the house; you’ll always be around each other. That shit is awkward, and I don’t like it. Plus, last time you dated one of my best friends, you made him hate my guts to the point where he crosses the road to avoid walking past me. He still won’t return my calls. So don’t go there and ruin my friendship with Kellan, got it?”
And without waiting for a response, he leaves me completely speechless as the door slams closed behind him.
Well, that answers that question. I wonder what Adam would do if he found out I’ve already gotten with Kellan. He’s pissed justthinkingabout it. How pissed would he be if he learned the truth? But it’s different with Kellan. It’s not like it was with Zach, but I don’t think Adam would believe me if I told him that. I don’t want to drive this wedge deeper between us, and that’s exactly what will happen if he finds out about me and Kellan, I’m sure of it. At least for now he doesn’t suspect Kellan, or we’d both be screwed.
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By the time everyone is up and ready to go, we’ve missed the breakfast buffet so we get lunch instead.
Even though there are two different beaches on either side of the resort, my brotherinsistson going to the one that’s the farthest from our rooms.
We’re lying in a row on beach chairs. Dylan’s beside me, then Kellan, then Alessio. At the very end and farthest from me, where he can pretend that I’m not here, is Adam.
Kellan’s waving to someone in the distance, and I follow his line of sight to spot the three girls everyone was hanging out with at the foam party. My eyes narrow, following their path as they walk up to us like we’ve all been best friends forever. An image of the tall girl in the middle with her toned arms wrapped around Kellan flashes through my mind, and I try to push it away.
I’mthe one he went back with last night, and that fills me with a stupid sense of pride, especially as I watch the ridiculously pretty girl hug Kellan and press up against him.
My nostrils flare in annoyance at Kellan, at her, and especially at myself.
Kellan is not your boyfriend. Kellan is not your boyfriend.
Then why do I feel like ripping Kellan’s hand off as he places it on her bare hip when they’re pulling out of the hug?
Her friends are talking to Dylan, Alessio, and Adam, and the boys are lapping up the attention. The other two girls are just as pretty and have a similar beautiful shade of warm brown skin as the one talking to Kellan.
I try very hard not to shoot daggers at them with my eyes.
The one Kellan was flirting with yesterday is in a bright-yellow bikini. It’s doing a great job catching Kellan’s attention, and suddenly I wish I had one.
“Hey, Faye!” Dylan gets my attention. “Come say hi to these girls we met yesterday!”
I trudge through the sand over to them and school my expression into one of mild disinterest.
“This is Priyasha, Anaya, and Kiara,” he tells me, and I smile and introduce myself, trying to be as friendly as possible.
