“Just watch your back,” she snaps.
I watch her walk down the hall and shoulder check Peyton as she passes by.
“I fucking hate that bitch,” Peyton mumbles as she rubs her shoulder.
“I can see why,” I say when I walk back into our room.
Peyton shuts the door and sits on her bed. “Why was the she-devil here?”
“For me.” I sigh as I toss the shirt in the dirty clothes pile and sit down on my bed.
“What the hell did you do to end up on her radar?”
“I’ll give you one guess.”
Peyton winces. “Kellan.”
“Yep. She saw us together this morning, and they shared a few words. Apparently that wasn’t enough, so she thought she would come give me a friendly reminder and a T-shirt that he left behind when they stopped seeing each other.”
Date. They probably dated, but I won’t use that term. I hate the idea of him dating anyone other than me.
“You know why she’s mad though, right?”
“No.”
Peyton sighs and makes herself comfortable on her bed. “Kellan and Monica started dating at the beginning of the year. She hated Grace and who she was to Kellan. In all honesty, the woman was jealous as hell. Then when Kellan thought that he was in love with Grace, he broke up with Monica. Supposedly she never saw it coming, but if you had two eyes, you could see the writing on the wall. She wailed about it for weeks after he supposedly broke her heart. Then she got pissed when he didn’t date anyone else. Think it hurt her ego that he’d rather be alone than with her.”
Groaning, I throw myself to the side and bury my face into my pillow. “Great, so she’s a jealous ex.”
“Oh, one hundred percent. Every time I saw Monica last year, she had a new guy on her arm, trying to make Kellan jealous, but he never noticed, which just pissed her off more.”
Rolling over, I look at Peyton. “Fan-fucking-tastic.”
She tilts her head to the side. “Did Kellan really not explain who she was when you saw her?”
“Honestly, I never asked. He was running late to practice, and it was just…weird.”
“You should ask him about it.”
“Should I though? I mean, an ex is an ex. Do I really need the details?”
“Usually I would agree with you, but a woman like Monica isn’t going to take kindly to him moving on. I can almost guarantee that she’s going to cause problems for you two.”
“Fuck me,” I grumble.
“No thanks, you’re not my type.”
“You’ve got jokes today.”
“I always have jokes, baby,” she quips as she gets off her bed. “Now, unfortunately for the both of us, I have to get ready for work.”
“Do you have to go?” I whine.
Peyton looks over at me with sympathy. “I know. Now stop procrastinating and text him.”
“I don’t even know what to say to him.”
“How about you start with ‘hi,’ and then work your way to ‘what are you doing,’ then cap it at ‘want to hang out?’”
