Crushed - Pamela Ann Page 0,25

almost screamed at him, probably because no one had ever mentioned an exchange student or the fucking fact that I didn’t have a room to myself and would be sharing a room with Carter.

What had I gotten myself into?

Chapter Ten

“Amber?”

Oh, dear God, not yet, I silently prayed, knowing full well who that voice belonged to.

Internally cringing as I shifted to the side to face him, I wasn’t surprised to find he was throwing his best friend a dubious look.

“Carter?” he questioned with a heavy note of suspicion in his voice.

I was about to say my hello, but Carter spoke first.

“Amber’s staying with us for the next two weeks. Let me go ahead and situate her things first, and then I’ll join you guys afterwards.”

Brody’s face darkened before he threw me an accusing yet confused look.

Before I had the chance to argue against whatever he was obviously imagining in his mind, Carter hastily placed his hand on my back, eagerly ushering me out of the spotlight and into the pathway of the staircase, leading me towards the bedrooms.

Reeling from the awkward encounter, my heart remained pounding as I entered his private quarter. I worriedly watched him drag my things towards the end of the room, parking them next to an empty chair before he faced me with a shit-eating grin.

“He didn’t look happy.”

Carter shrugged as if it was no big deal to him. “He’ll get over it.”

My eyes were as big as saucers as I glared at him. Why couldn’t he take this seriously? What the hell!

“I don’t want it to be weird between you two because of me. I can just go back home. I really don’t mind.”

“You’re already here. Toughen up a little bit. So he’s probably mad? Who cares? It’s not as if you’re his keeper. What you do or don’t do isn’t any of his business.”

If he said it that way, then yes, it made complete sense, but come on, Brody seemed like he was going to skin me alive by the look he was giving me. It was as though I was cheating on him or something, which was seriously absurd.

“I don’t know about this…”

“Just use this opportunity to up your game a little. Maybe it’s time you show him you’re done following him like a lost puppy.” His blatant comment overrode the suggestion he had made, making me squirm hardcore from ultimate embarrassment.

“What? I’m really that obvious?” God, how humiliating. How many knew and saw me as this lovesick, pathetic woman? Shit. Unbeknownst to me, I began to nervously chew on my thumb as I tried to calm myself. Maybe Carter had a point about making this an opportunity to change things between Brody and I. Better yet, maybe it was high time people saw me differently, as well, and not labeled me as some lovesick fool.

My newly minted resolution came to a standstill when there was a loud rap at the door.

Before Carter and I could bring our attention towards it, Brody yanked it open, looking as if he was ready to tackle whoever was in his way.

I was holding my breath as our eyes connected, and I could have sworn I saw something there, something that held substantial meaning, but that vital thought was left unexplored because my heart felt as if it was about to explode from seeing him rattled.

His familiar, handsome face I could stare at all night long had been frozen in a frown since his eyes had landed on me tonight.

“I need to speak to you,” he deadpanned, unblinking before pointedly adding, “Alone.”

Glancing towards Carter, who seemed to be unmoved by Brody’s arctic attitude, I knew I had to take the initiative in trying to calm him down by taking this private discussion elsewhere.

“All right,” I conceded with a nod. “Okay, if that’s what you want.”

I made my way towards the door, barely throwing Carter a mild look as I exited and then found myself being slightly pushed towards Brody’s bedroom at the opposite side of the hall. A protest teased the tip of my tongue, yet I reined it in, knowing this wasn’t the time to test how foul his mood was.

Truth be told, I was a little surprised by his reaction. I get that maybe he was feeling somewhat betrayed if his thoughts were leading him to me and Carter hooking up. Apart from that, however, he should be speaking to his friend more than me since he and I didn’t have a “relationship.” I didn’t want