eagerly flick the turn signal. I’ve never been happier to see a sorority house and I’m not even banging anyone inside of it.
“Look, I’m sorry,” I mutter. “I shouldn’t have said anything.”
Demi doesn’t answer. Her profile is as tense as the current state of my shoulders.
I stop in front of the Theta house. I avoid her eyes as I put the Rover in park. “But I figured I should tell you. You know, just in case.”
“Tell me what? That my boyfriend was talking to some girl?”
“No, that he went upstairs with her, that they were alone in a bedroom, and that he walked out zipping up his pants. Get your head out of the sand, Demi. Men in relationships don’t do that kind of shit.”
I instantly regret my harsh tone. But rather than go silent or meek, Demi’s eyes turn molten. “You don’t know anything about my relationship, Hunter.”
“I know that you already suspected him of cheating on you once.”
“Yeah, when we were kids. He’s matured since then.”
Has he? I want to challenge. I keep quiet, but the unspoken question hangs in the air, and Demi hisses in response to it.
“He has,” she insists. “And you know what? I don’t appreciate you jumping to conclusions, and I don’t appreciate all your fear mongering!”
“Fear mongering?” I can’t help but snicker. “Jesus Christ. All I’m telling you is that I saw the dude zip up his pants. Do with that what you will.”
15
Demi
He was zipping up his pants.
Hunter’s words buzz in my brain as I stalk into house. Despite the late hour, a bunch of my sorority sisters are still up, watching a horror movie. The living room is dark, and I glimpse bowls of popcorn and hear a lot of shrieking at the screen. But I don’t join them. I’m not in the mood.
Instead I go to the kitchen and stick my head in the fridge. I need a snack. Pronto. When I’m agitated, I eat. It’s a habit I probably need to squash, because great metabolism doesn’t last forever, but my mom is in her forties and can still eat whatever she wants, so I’m hopeful for the future. I grab a block of cheddar and angrily start cutting the cheese into cubes.
I don’t care what Hunter says. Nico couldn’t have cheated. Yes, he was out on Saturday night with his friends. And fine, maybe they did wind up at a frat party. But that doesn’t mean he did anything shady. For all Hunter knows, Nico was hanging out with Pippa. I’m pretty sure Pippa went to that party, too.
I put down the knife and grab my phone, wasting no time texting my friend.
ME: Hey, were you at the Alpha Delt party on Sat??
As I wait for Pippa’s response, I pile the cheese cubes onto a plate and then rummage through the pantry for a box of crackers. I dump a bunch of those on the plate too.
When my phone buzzes, I dive for it.
PIPPA: Ya. Why??
ME: Did you see Nico there?
HER: No. Was he there?
ME: Maybe? Someone says they saw him.
HER: Hmmm. Well I did leave kinda early, like around 11. Do you know what time he got there?
ME: No clue. But just to be clear, you didn’t see him when you were there?
HER: Nope.
I bite my lip. All right. So he wasn’t with Pippa. That doesn’t mean anything.
PIPPA: What’s going on, D?
ME: Call me?
She calls less than five seconds later. I carry my cracker and cheese plate upstairs to my bedroom, balancing the phone on my shoulder. “Do you think Nico’s cheating on me?” I demand in lieu of hello.
“Cheating on you? Is that a joke?”
“No. Someone saw him in a compromising position with another girl at the party.”
Pippa laughs. “Bullshit.”
A tiny sliver of hope pierces into me. “You think so?”
“I know so. Come on, babe. That boy is obsessed with you.”
“That doesn’t mean he’s not cheating.”
“Trust me, there’s no way he would do anything to jeopardize your relationship. He’s constantly going on and on about how you guys are going to get married someday. I can’t see him throwing everything away for some random hook-up.”
I can’t, either. And, she’s right. Nico does have the tendency to boast about the amazing future we’re going to have. Why would he be planning a future with me if he’s hooking up with other women?
“Who told you about this?” Pippa asks.
“Hunter,” I confess.
“The hockey player?”
“Yes. He was at the party and he saw Nico leaving one of the upstairs bedrooms with