Be with Me (Wait for You 2)

Jase was behind the wheel, a dark blue baseball cap on backward. Tufts of rich brown hair curled out from under the band.

Oh, I had a soft spot for guys in hats.

Apparently I had a soft spot for guys who were dads in hats.

His steel-­colored gaze moved from me to Brandon. The dark look that crossed his face caused my chest to drop into my stomach. "Hey, Shriver, what's up?"

Brandon grinned. "Nothing, man; what are you up to?"

Good question.

"I'm here to pick up Tess." A tight smile appeared on his face. "You ready?"

What in the holy hell? My brows shot up. He was here to pick me up, after yesterday? After skipping music class? After kissing me and then apologizing for doing so and then dropping the daddy bomb and then insulting me? Did he live in an alternate universe where these things were acceptable?

"Tess?" he called, impatience ringing like a dinner bell in his tone.

Anger sunk its claws into me and I was more than tempted to turn and stalk off, but Brandon and Calla were staring at me with dual curious looks. Although I wanted to shove my middle finger so far in his face, the last thing I was going to do was cause a scene smack-­dab in the middle of the quad. Pitching a fit would draw too much attention and the only kind of attention I'd ever been okay with had been when I was onstage. Probably had a lot to do with all the scenes Jeremy had caused in my past.

Squeezing the strap on my bag, I turned to Calla and Brandon. "See you guys later."

Brandon looked a little surprised as he waved good-­bye. Calla grinned like I just said yes to a marriage proposal. Ugh. Skin stretching tight, I crossed the pavilion and yanked open the passenger door and slammed it shut behind me. A pink box rested in his lap and if he handed it over to me, I'd be likely to throw the cupcake in his face.

The hue of his eyes deepened as he watched me buckle myself in. A beat passed and then he said, "Brandon Shriver?"

I pursed my lips as I leaned back against the seat. "I think I'm missing the beginning part of this conversation because I have no idea why you're saying his name."

His jaw tightened. "You were talking to him."

"Yeah," I said slowly. "So was Calla. I really don't even know him."

Shifting the Jeep into drive, he focused ahead. "Didn't seem that way to me. You do know he's older than I am, right? Too old for you-­"

My spine straightened as I gaped at him. "Are you f**king ­serious?"

He blinked once and then narrowed his eyes. "You don't need to cuss."

"I'll f**king cuss if I want to f**king cuss," I snapped. "Fucker."

His lips twitched, and my anger swelled. "But seriously, Brandon is . . . well, he's been through a lot and you don't need to get up close and personal with that kind of shit."

"Well, thanks for the advice, Dad." He shot me a look, and I returned it. "But I didn't ask for any. And the last time I checked, I can talk to whoever I damn-­wait." The stupid yet necessary muscle in my chest turned over. "Are you jealous?"

"What?" He snorted as he neared the parking lot in front of the dorms. "I'm not jealous or anything. Honestly, emotion has nothing to do with what I'm telling you. Brandon's a good guy, but-­"

"You are f**king unbelievable!" I bounced in my seat, causing my bag to slip out of my lap. "Why are we even talking about ­Brandon?"

There was a pause. "There was an accident on Route 45 and I was coming from the farm, so there was no way I was going to make it to class," he said, as if that explained everything. "Here's the cupcake. It's got Snickers in it-­"

"Fuck the cupcake!" I stared at him and he stared back like I suggested we should kick a baby into a street. My thoughts raced. "What in the hell does that have to do with any of this?"

"I didn't skip class on purpose. I don't want you to think that." Which was exactly what I thought, but I sure as hell wasn't going to admit that now. He smoothed his hand over his cap, tugging it down farther. "So that's why I wasn't there and that's why I'm here now. And it worked out, because you were waiting for me-­"

"I was not waiting for you."

He glanced at me, lashes lowered. "Then you were talking to Brandon."

"Oh my God." I threw my hands up. "This is a stupid conversation and not what we need to be talking about."

"What do we need to be talking about, Tess?" he asked as he pulled out onto the road, coming to a complete stop. Traffic was backed up from the four-­way stop.

"You know exactly what we need to be talking about. Yesterday-­"

"Yesterday was yesterday." He leaned back, rubbing a hand along his jaw. "Things got out of hand. It happens."

My brows flew up. "It happens? Often? Do you just walk around and happen to end up kissing girls? Do you slip and fall on girls' mouths? If so, that's got to be an awkward life to live."

"Well . . ." The quirk to his lips was mischievous and teasing, but I was so not having it. He sighed. "Tess, you're a beautiful girl and I'm a guy and-­"

"Oh, shut up."

His eyes widened.

"Don't even finish what will most likely be the lamest sentence in the history of lame sentences. You're attracted to me."

"I haven't said that I wasn't." Traffic hadn't moved an inch, but the muscle in his jaw was ticking like a speedometer.

"And that's the problem, right? You are attracted to me. You do want me, but you're going to deny it because of Jack?" Anger had my heart pounding and my mouth running, but the words that were forming deep inside me needed to be said. "Oh, that's right. It's because I'm only interested in getting laid."

He smacked both hands onto the steering wheel. Seething with frustration and about half a million other emotions, I unclicked my seat belt. He stiffened. "Tess-­"

"Be quiet. Seriously. This isn't cool. You don't kiss me and then apologize. Twice now. That's insulting. Nor do you get so drunk that you conveniently don't remember what you say to me. " I bent over, grabbing my backpack. I needed to get away from him before I knocked him upside the head or cried. Both would be equally mortifying and oddly satisfying. "You know I like you. You've known that for how long? Hell, you've even thrown that in my face. But you wanted to be friends and I get that you're not a normal dude . You have a kid."

"I'm not raising him-­"

"You're still a father!" I shouted and when he leaned back, I worked to cool my temper. "Look, I'm trying to be cool with everything. But you can't kiss me if we're friends. You can't say shit when I talk to other guys if we're friends."

Jase's chest rose in a heavy breath. "You're right."

A stupid burn encased my throat. His agreement was the wrong thing to say. I don't know why because it should've been right and it would be easier. Jase came with a crap load of baggage, but that burn was working its way up. I reached for the door handle. The thing called pride made it too hard to sit in that car and listen to what he had to say. "See you later."

"Tess!" He reached for me, but I was already out of the Jeep, in the middle of the congested street. "Come on, don't do this. We need-­"

"We don't need anything. Peace out." I slammed the door shut and walked away. The heaviness in my chest threatened to move up my throat and, if it did, it would get messy. And ugly. Like watching-­The-­Notebook kind of ugly.

But I kept walking, hurrying between the lanes. When I heard him call out my name, I ignored it. The god-­awful stone in my stomach weighed me down, but I gathered the shredded tatters of my dignity together.

Jase and his kisses and his horseback riding and his everything could go play in traffic. He was always the one walking away. It was now my turn.

Chapter Eleven

I cried like a fat, angry baby that night.

Thankfully, Debbie was out with Erik, so there was no witness to my sob fest. What I had said to Jase needed to be said. If we were going to attempt to at least be friends or social with each other, the kissing and all the other stuff had to stop, because while it might feel oh so right when it was happening, it wasn't when it was all said and done. Yes, he was physically attracted to me. Yes, he cared for me. Yes, I wanted him. Yes, he had a son and a baby mama somewhere out in the world. But whatever he felt for me, it wasn't enough to overcome any of the misgivings he had or this invisible line he'd drawn between us.

Knowing all this didn't change the fact that it cut deeply.

And truth be told, I doubted we really could be friends. I was honest enough with myself to admit that I couldn't separate his kindness from how I felt about him, and I'd always be attaching meanings where there were none. And he acted on his physical attraction at the drop of a hat. Hell, we hadn't been around each other that much, but the moment we were alone, something happened.

Something would always happen.

That made the hurt worse, because I knew if I just let it all go and rode the wave of hormones, I probably would get a piece of Jase. Eventually. But I wouldn't get enough and considering how I felt for him now, I didn't need that kind of hurting.

And it would only confirm what he thought I wanted from him.

My temples throbbed and it wasn't even nine in the morning when Debbie showed up with Erik right behind her.

"Hey." Erik plopped down on my bed and stretched out his long legs. "What's up?"

I stared at him a moment and then looked at Debbie. An apologetic look crossed her face. "Nothing much. Just trying to get some studying done." I nodded at my bio text. "That's about it."

Erik leaned back on his elbows. "It's Saturday morning and you're studying?" He laughed, and I pictured myself kicking him off the bed. "Wow. You must not have anything better to do."

My eyes narrowed.

"Or she is just really dedicated," said Debbie as she sat on the edge of her bed. She sent me a smile. "It's biology, right? That class is pretty hard and-­"

"Biology 101 isn't hard." Erik laughed again as he shook his head. For once, I agreed with him, but I might not have found it hard because, oddly enough, science interested me. "What Deb isn't telling you is that she failed bio her sophomore year and had to take it twice."

Her cheeks flushed as she folded her arms. "Thanks, Erik."

He shrugged. "Good thing you're hot." He flashed a grin I bet he found charming, but was really just freaking sleazy. "Because the whole intelligence thing? Well . . ."

I glanced over at her and I'd have to be blind and the most unobservant person in the world to not see the hurt and embarrassment in her expression. Anger rose like a serpent about to strike, and my mouth opened before I could stop myself. "You're a dick."

Erik's head whipped toward me, his eyes widening as Debbie gasped. "What?" he demanded.

Too late to take back those words, and I didn't want to. "You heard me." I picked up my textbook and notebook. Standing, I shoved them into my bag. "That was a dickish thing to say. Therefore, you are a dick."

Debbie was frozen on the bed, her mouth wide open. Two points on her cheeks turned pink. Erik's mouth worked like he had a truckload of nasty words he wanted to unleash on me but was filtering them out. And I bet that filter had a name.

Cam.

"I'm going to the library." I smiled sweetly as I slung my backpack over my shoulder and turned to Debbie. "Sorry."

There was an odd, glassy look to her eyes that caused my stomach to pitch. The satisfaction faded quickly as I stalked out of the room. It wasn't until I was out in the hallway that I realized what that stare signified.

Fear.

An antsy, itchy feeling lingered while I spent several hours in the cool, silent library. I shouldn't have called Erik a dick. Not because he wasn't one, because he was, but the fear that had filled Debbie's eyes reminded me of myself.

No one had ever called Jeremy a dick. At least not to his face, but if they had, he would've blamed me, and I bet Erik blamed Debbie. And for that I felt terrible.

Realizing I had no idea what I read in the last chapter, I scrubbed my palms down my cheeks. Studying was pointless right now. The words had blurred together. The food chain and ecosystem breakdown made no sense when it should.

I snapped the text shut and glanced across the empty tables. There wasn't a single soul on the second floor. Sighing, I dug my cell out of my bag. No missed calls or texts. Of course not. Why had I even looked? Wasn't like I expected Jase to contact me or wanted him to.