Page 92 of I'm Gonna Get You Back
Reid and I exchange a glance.
Delaney catches it immediately, a wild glint in her eye. “What was that? What do you know?”
“We kinda walked in on Nicole and Logan making out in the guest room last night at Kenji’s,” I say.
I cast an apologetic look to Mitchell, who’s gone completely still. That face is the exact reason I didn’t say anything.
“Ewww.” Kenji shudders. “I have to burn all my sheets.”
“But what was Nicole worried about posting?”
“I was filming. She had a fight with her boyfriend, so she probably doesn’t want him to find out about it.”
Nicole must really think I’m Legacy Lore if she’s that worried I’d post the footage. Anxiety pools in the pit of my stomach. Unless I can prove otherwise, it’s going to be all over town soon that I’m the one behind this.
Ihaveto figure out who’s doing this before more damage is done.
“Is Amaya still here?” I ask, hoping to get my interview with her now.
Delaney shakes her head. “She seemed pretty freaked out about what Nicole said and took off.”
Damn it. If she’s behind the account, it would make sense she’d tried to act like she was nervous about it.
As we all walk to the parking lot, I fill Delaney in on what Josh said about Amaya and Nicole.
What doesn’t make sense is why Nicole would be making out with Logan one night and flirting with Reid the next, all while worried about her boyfriend finding out. Sure, she’d been drinking, but she never struck me as the cheating type with how outraged she was by Josh’s behavior last year.
I huff an annoyed sigh that we’re no closer to finding out what happened last year or what’s going on now.
Delaney nods. “It’s been alongday. Let’s see what we can find out at the Legacy Brunch tomorrow. You’ll be there, right?”
I nod. Since Amaya’s gone and Reid is clearly not up for it now, the brunch will be my last chance to interview them both before tomorrow night’s banquet.
Mitchell and Kenji wrestle Reid into the back seat. Less than a minute on the road, we go over a bump, and he slides into me again, his breathing rhythmic. I watch him a moment. His face is slack, and it’s a stark contrast to the stress that’s been tightening his features since he got home.
I want to draw my fingertips across the purple hollows under his eyes. As if he can hear my thoughts, a slight frown appears between his eyebrows and he shifts, agitated.
On instinct, I apply light, soothing strokes to the tresses of his hair. It’s softer than I remember. Messier now that it’s grown out a little.
A tidal wave of regret hits me square in the chest as I watch his expression smooth with my touch.
The longer we drive in silence, the deeper Reid seems to sink into sleep. We pull up to the lone stoplight in town, and I clear my throat and say, “Reid’s out again.”
“Damn, I forgot what a lightweight he is,” Kenji says, laughing.
Mitchell sighs. “Do you mind if I drop him home first?”
I shake my head. “Of course not.”
It’s a good thing, too, since once we get to their house, it takes the three of us to get him inside while Reid grumbles and stumbles. He’s entirely uncooperative. Thankfully, his parents are already asleep. I know his dad doesn’t like me. None of the adults who were at the assembly last year do.
Slowly the guys guide him to his room while I head to the kitchen to grab a glass of water and a few painkillers, only to quickly realize I have no idea where they are. I aimlessly open cabinet doors, lost in my thoughts. Overcome with the revelations of the night. If Reid really tried to give up his scholarship for me, it would be the most selfless, loving,recklessthing anyone has ever done for me.
When Mitchell pops into the kitchen a few minutes later, he has an exasperated look on his face. “He wouldn’t even let me take off his shoes.”
“Does he do nothing but lift now?” Kenji asks, rolling his shoulders like they’re sore as he follows him in. “Remind me how heavy he is the next time I think it’d be fun to drink together.”
“He hasn’t been sleeping,” I say defensively.
