“So you didn’t partake in that orgy in your own damn house? Or fuck those girls who were rolling around naked in your bedroom?”
“Thank you for your undying belief in my character.” I pinch the bridge of my nose, which hurts because this idiot punched my eye. “No, I didn’t fucking ‘partake’ in an orgy. Vanessa was interviewing me by the pool, and we saw it start, but I went inside and talked to a friend for the next hour or two.”
He shoves his phone in my face. “Then explain this.”
That fucking blog again. I scroll through all the shots, cringing when I see my teammates acting like idiots. Santos is going to flip out when he sees this. He tells us not to be shitheads, and this goes down after the first week of school. Not good.
I stop when I see it.
Sebastian points at the screen. “Tell me you didn’t bang that blonde last year. What was her name? Helga?”
The three of us hung out last winter, just before the holidays.
Shit. “Heidi.” I might’ve hooked up with her last December before my surgery. I was bummed out, and after getting betrayed by Amelia, I thought something casual was what I needed, but it just left me feeling empty. That’s why I wanted to go slow moving forward with anyone.
“And that redhead next to her? Who also appears naked and rolling around in your bed? Isn’t she the one you brought to the wedding?”
I can’t see her face because it’s cropped out, but if I’m going by the long red tresses, then yeah, it appears to be Vanessa.
And that’s definitely my bedroom, which Sebastian would know because he’s visited the house a few times over the years. Plus, he was with me when I bought that Star Wars poster.
Those might be women I know, but it’s definitely not me in that bed.
“You’re an asshole. Consider our friendship over. Because friends fucking ask each other before they jump to conclusions and assume the worst of each other.” Not to mention haul off and punch each other. “Two of my roommates, Billy and Cam, are living in your sister’s house, but they ‘borrow’ my room for parties.”
His brows crinkle. “Where the fuck do you live? Where do you sleep at night?”
Sebastian wants honesty, right? “Your sister’s bed. In her house.”
He scoffs. “Then why didn’t you come home last night?”
“By the time I tried to leave, my truck was blocked in, so I crashed upstairs on that shitty couch on the third-story landing, since my bedroom was occupied. I didn’t ask who was in there. I assumed it was Billy or Cam.” Possibly both. Who knows?
It suddenly makes sense why Maggie was so upset. Her brother came over and waved these photos in her face, spouting his unfounded theories about my sex life. Maggie knew I was meeting up with Vanessa, and she met Heidi at the grocery store last January. Jesus, she must think the worst about last night.
But she tried to stop Sebastian from hitting me, so hopefully things with her aren’t broken beyond repair. Because I’ve given her no reason to distrust me.
I pull up Cam’s phone number, hit dial, and put him on speaker phone.
“It’s early,” he groans. “What’s wrong?”
It’s almost noon.
“Did I sleep in my room last night at the football house, or did you?” If it wasn’t him, it was Billy, and I’ll call him next if I have to.
“You don’t remember where you slept last night?”
“I know perfectly well what happened, but I need to prove something. Can you just answer my question? Did I sleep in my bed at the football house last night or not? I have you on speaker phone. Just answer the question.”
“You definitely did not sleep in your own bed last night. Would’ve been crowded if you’d been there too.” He chuckles.
“Thanks. And wash my goddamn sheets.” I hang up and look at Sebastian. “Are you happy?”
“Shit.” He rubs his forehead, but then frowns again. “Look, this all started because you were cheating on Vanessa with some chick at the wedding.”
It takes a second to process what the hell he’s saying. “I always thought you were the smart one out of the two of us.” I shake my head slowly, resentful I have to explain myself to him. “Vanessa and I were casually dating, but it never got serious. And I don’t mean that we only slept together, because we never got physical. We decided to break things off after things at the rehearsal dinner were so awkward between us. At the wedding, your sister and I decided to call a truce and, well, one thing led to another.”
“You fucked my sister at the wedding?” He has that ragey thing going again that makes me roll my eyes.
