I could go for some fun.
The fancy building is everything I dreamed it would be, and yes, I dreamed about this once or twice. A day. But I pictured being on the arm of a different Bentley.
Trent leads us right to the dance floor. A slow song has begun, and he wastes no time spinning me out and swaying me to the music beneath the thousands of twinkling lights overhead. It's incredibly romantic, but I can’t stop myself from searching for Sean. I want to see if he’s having a good time without me. But more than anything, I want him to see me. To see he didn’t break me.
Trent and I dance for three more songs, talking about our classes and interests, and laughing about the time he wore chainmail to school for a whole day after a bet gone wrong. It was the only day in history he was sent to the principal's office instead of Sean.
“Thirsty?” Trent asks.
I nod and he scoops up my hand, guiding me through the mass of people.
He stops so suddenly I ram into his back.
“Trent?”
I know that voice.Sean.
My heart pounds in my ears and I’m about to pull away when Trent speaks up. “Oh hey, brother. Fancy seeing you here… withAlyssaof all people.”
I freeze, still hidden behind Trent for the time being. Sean brought Alyssa? My throat closes up,I’m going to cry.No. I won’t. Not for him.
“What are you doing here? You didn’t ask anyone,” Sean says.
“Lucky for me, I found a date just in time.” Trent steps to the side, revealing me, but he must not have realized how much I was leaning on him because my legs give out.
He catches me into his side and I hold onto his suit coat for dear life.
Sean’s eyes narrow. I’ve never seen that look before. It’s unsettling. So completely not… Sean. He’s angry at his brother… no, atme.
“What areyoudoing here?”
His question sends shards of glass through the protective barrier I’d put around my heart. He didn’t expect to see me here after standing me up. Because it was all a joke to him.
I swallow and hold myself straighter. “I came with my friend.” I owe him nothing more than that.
I can feel Trent’s eyes on the side of my face. “Isn’t she beautiful? I can’t believe I almost missed the chance to take her.”
He’s way overplaying this.
Sean’s glare turns on his brother. “You shouldn't have.”
The implication is clear, and it hurts.
“Come on, let’s go dance,” Alyssa whines beside Sean.
“Okay,” he grunts, but his eyes are back on mine. I can feel the heat of his gaze, I wish he would look anywhere else. “There’s nothing I need over here.”
Ice floods my veins. I knew Sean played girls, but I’d never imagined he could be so mean.
The second they are gone Trent turns to me. “I’m so sorry, London. I was trying to avoid him, but then when I saw him I couldn’t help rubbing in his stupidity. I shouldn’t have dragged you into it. He’s a real jerk sometimes.”
I blink away the tears. “It’s fine.”
“No, it’s not.” He scratches his jaw and the slight stubble of hair there. “I shouldn’t have let him talk to you like that. I’m going to go talk to him alone.” He turns to follow Sean but I grab his arm and hold him back.
“No,” I force a smile. “Please don’t say anything. It’s all good. I got the better Bentley.”
Color floods Trent’s cheeks and he chuckles. “I would like that printed on my headstone when I die.”
