Anti-Stepbrother - Tijan Page 0,16
strong, muscular, gorgeous, and self-assured—holy shit, Asshole Caden was confident with an extra layer of authority too. It rolled off him in waves, very sexy and alluring waves, and I couldn’t believe I was having these thoughts.
My gaze jerked to his. “What were you going to say?” A traitorous blush warmed its way up my neck. I prayed it didn’t spread over my face.
He gentled his tone. “Why are you covering for your stepbrother?”
“You mean for your fraternity brother?”
He didn’t reply, only clenched his jaw.
“I can’t say anything.” I can’t say what you want me to say. “Call it family loyalty?”
“So you are covering for him?”
I held my breath. “What?”
He leaned forward a tiny bit. “Was he with Maggie?”
He was testing me. He didn’t know for sure. Realizing that, I kept my mouth shut. I would not incriminate myself.
I started to open the door again. “Uh, thanks for the ride. That was nice of you.”
“Wait.”
I opened the door enough to clamber down. I shut it and had to walk around the front to go into my dorm.
He opened his window and called out, “He’s not worth it.”
I was close to ten feet away from him, but I stopped and looked back.
His eyes bore into mine. “Whatever reasons you have for being loyal to him, he doesn’t share the sentiment.” There were no doubts. No questions. Nothing in Caden’s statement besides dead-set resolve.
The wind picked up, sending shivers through me. “What are you talking about?”
He put the Land Rover into drive. “He wouldn’t have your back. Guys like him never do.”
Claudia was coming out of Avery’s room when I got upstairs.
Her eyes skimmed over me. “You’re back.”
She didn’t smile. I took note of that. I didn’t smile either. “Yeah.”
“Listen,” she said as she started toward me, sliding her hands into her back pockets. “Avery was your buddy, and, well, she was upset. She and Marcus dated last year. They broke up, and two months later he was with Maggie.” Her disdain came through loud and clear when she added, “I don’t understand why Avery won’t stop saying she’s Maggie’s friend. The girl’s a bitch.”
I frowned. What was I supposed to do with that? “I feel bad for Avery, but I was told you guys don’t leave your friends behind. You left me behind.”
She stared at me.
I stared back.
She should’ve had some reaction, but there was none. I guess that told me everything. She wasn’t going to apologize, and I wasn’t her friend. I nodded to myself.
“Okay then.”
She shrugged. “It wasn’t personal.”
We were at an impasse, and I had two options. I could ignore her and pretend it was fine, or not.
I sighed. “But it was, you see.” I was going with option B.
“What?”
“It was personal.” My hand touched my chest. “To me. You left me.”
“Look, Avery will apologize to you tomorrow. We got her back, and she’s sleeping now, but if you’re the type to need that sort of thing, you’ll get it tomorrow.”
Her eyes moved past me. She straightened up like she was going to leave, but I had a bee up my ass.
I stepped to the side, as if to block her. Her eyes found mine again, and her pathetic half-grin fell flat. “What?”
I was about to start a confrontation with an upperclassmen. I didn’t really know her. I didn’t really know my RA, but something was going on with me. I suddenly wasn’t willing to let anyone roll over me. I braced myself for whatever was going to happen and forged ahead.
“Look,” I said. “Avery might apologize to me tomorrow, but you’re the first one I’m seeing from the group. I have a hard time imagining that you guys completely forgot me. I don’t think it was a mistake leaving me behind.”
Her eyes narrowed.
I kept going. “So yes, I’ll probably get an apology from Avery tomorrow, but you don’t seem sorry. That makes me wonder if you have a problem with me.”
What had gotten into me? I was more wallflower than confrontational, or at least I used to be.
She folded her arms. “How did you get back?”
That was it? Nothing? I cocked my head to the side. “I got a ride.”
Her left eyebrow lifted. “Someone gave you a ride home?”
I nodded. “Not everyone forgot me.”
She snorted, rolling her eyes. “Who gave you a ride?”
“Marcus’ brother.”
Her eyes widened. “Caden?”
He might’ve been an asshole to me, or maybe not—my head was all muddled about that now—but I enjoyed seeing the surprise from Claudia. “Yeah.”
“Are you sure?” She gave me a