was jealous when that was the furthest thing from the truth.
“Stay away from my teammates. Don’t go near any of them, Hayley.” I was angry. Not because I gave two shits about her, but because I cared about my teammates and I didn’t want any of them going through what I had with her.
“You can’t keep me away from an entire team, Mac. I mean, you can try”—she ran her hands down the sides of her body—“but you know it won’t work.”
“I can, and I will. Get out of my house. Now.”
She pulled open the door she’d closed, walked out of my room, and straightened her skirt like I’d messed it up, giving anyone who might see her the absolute wrong idea. But I couldn’t worry about that shit right now. In order to make sure Hayley actually left the party and didn’t try to ruin any of my teammates’ lives, I needed to follow her out.
I was hot on her heels when my heart almost exploded inside my chest. I saw Sunny standing there, watching me, her eyes big and round and filled with sadness. I’d forgotten how beautiful she was, how much just seeing her made me want to get lost in her.
Looking at Sunny hurt, and it took every ounce of willpower I had inside of me to walk straight past her when all I wanted to do was take her in my arms and kiss the hell out of her. But I couldn’t. At least, not yet. I had to focus on getting Hayley off my property and out of my life for good. So, I kept chasing after the wrong girl, leaving the right one behind.
*
When I had come back inside the house after forcing Hayley to leave with all of her demonic friends, Sunny was long gone. Believe me, I checked. I’d looked everywhere, and once I realized that she really had left, I had gone to bed. Alone.
I woke up the next morning without a hangover. That was what happened when you didn’t drink like the rest of the guys. But I was starving, like I hadn’t eaten in days.
Stretching my arms over my head, I wandered through the living room and into the kitchen, hoping like hell that someone had done some grocery shopping before I got in yesterday.
The house was a fucking disaster. A few people slept on the couches, and there was some guy I didn’t recognize on the floor, cuddling with an inflatable doll. Empty plastic cups and bottles were everywhere. Why was throwing things in a trash can so fucking hard for people to do?
Shaking my head, I pulled open the refrigerator door and cursed silently. The damn thing was empty—unless you counted the lone pizza box that had nothing inside of it, except a single piece of crust.
Who the hell had left that in the fridge anyway? Idiots.
When I yanked it out, my eyes widened. Hiding behind the stupid box was a carton of eggs. I knew better than to get too excited though. With my luck, it would be empty too.
Reaching for it, I smiled at the weight. There were definitely eggs in there. Scanning the packaging, I made sure that the expiration date was still in the future and pumped my fist in the air when I read that it was. Just as I opened the carton to see six eggs inside, Colin walked into the kitchen, yawning.
“You found the eggs,” he said, holding his head between his hands.
“Only because I moved the pizza box.”
“I put that there, so no one would see the eggs,” he started to explain before sitting down at the counter. “You know how stupid we get after drinking. We eat all the things. So, I hid them.”
I laughed. “From yourself?”
“From all of us. Especially myself,” he said. “But you’ll make them, right? I need food, or I might yak.”
“Yeah, yeah. I’ll make them,” I agreed before grabbing a pan and some cooking spray and getting to work. “Take these.” I tossed him some aspirin that I’d grabbed from the drawer.
Colin worked on the cap before finally getting it off and dumped two pills inside his hand, taking them without water or any liquid. “You know, Sunny was here last night. Did you see her?”
I stopped cracking the eggs into the pan and walked over to where he was sitting, spatula in hand. “I saw her for two seconds before she left. Did she say anything? Who was she here with?”