The door vibrated with the soft bump of Travis’’ forehead against the door. “I don’t want you leave, but I wouldn’t blame you if you did.”
“Are you saying I’m released from the bet?”
There was a long pause. “If I say yes, will you leave?”
“Well, yeah. I don’t live here, silly,” I said, forcing a small laugh.
“Then no, the bet’s still in effect.”
I looked up and shook my head, feeling the tears burn my eyes. I had no idea why I was crying, but I couldn’t stop. “Can I take a shower, now?”
“Yeah…,” he sighed.
I heard America’s shoes enter the hall and stomp by Travis. “You’re a selfish bastard,” she growled, slamming Shepley’s door behind her.
I pushed myself up from the floor, turned on the shower, and then undressed, pulling the curtain behind me.
After another knock on the door, Travis cleared his throat. “Pigeon? I brought some of your stuff.”
“Just set in on the sink. I’ll get it.”
Travis walked in and shut the door behind him. “I was mad. I heard you spitting out everything that’s wrong with me to America and it pissed me off. I just meant to go out and have a few drinks and try to figure some things out, but before I knew it, I was piss drunk and those girls…,” he paused. “I woke up this morning and you weren’t in bed, and when I found you on the recliner and saw the wrappers on the floor, I felt sick.”
“You could have just asked me instead of spending all that money at the grocery store just to bribe me to stay.”
“I don’t care about the money, Pidge. I was afraid you’d leave and never speak to me again.”
I cringed at his explanation. I hadn’t stopped to think how it would make him feel to hear me talk about how wrong for me he was, and now the situation was too messed up to salvage.
“I didn’t mean to hurt your feelings,” I said, standing under the water.
“I know you didn’t. And I know it doesn’t matter what I say now, because I fucked things up…just like I always do.”
“Trav?”
“Yeah?”
“Don’t drive drunk on your bike anymore, okay?”
I waited for a full minute until he finally took a deep breath and spoke. “Yeah, okay,” he said, shutting the door behind him.
CHAPTER FIVE
Parker Hayes
“Come in,” I called, hearing a knock on the door.
Travis walked in, and froze in the doorway. “Wow.”
I smiled and looked down at my dress. A bustier that elongated into a short skirt, it was admittedly more daring than I had worn in the past. The material was thin, black and see-through over a nude shell. Parker would be at that party, and I had every intention of being noticed.
“You look amazing,” he said as I slid on my heels.
I gave his white dress shirt and jeans an approving nod. “You look nice, too.”
His sleeves were bunched above his elbows, revealing the intricate tattoos on his forearms. I noticed that his favorite black leather cuff was around his wrist when he shoved his hands in his pockets.
America and Shepley waited for us in the living room.
“Parker is going to piss himself when he sees you,” America giggled as Shepley led the way to the car.
Travis opened the door, and I slid into the back seat of Shepley’s Charger. Although we had occupied that seat countless times before, it was suddenly awkward to sit next to him.
Cars lined the street, some even parked in the front lawn. The House was busting at the seams, and people were still walking down the street from the dorms. Shepley pulled onto the grass lot in the back, and America and I followed the boys inside.
Travis brought me a red plastic cup full of beer, and then leaned in to whisper in my ear. “Don’t take these from anyone but me or Shep. I don’t want anyone slipping anything in your drink.”
I rolled my eyes. “No one is going to put anything in my drink, Travis.”
“Just don’t drink anything that doesn’t come from me, okay? You’re not in Kansas, anymore, Pigeon.”
“I haven’t heard that one before,” I said sarcastically, taking a drink.
An hour had passed, and Parker was still a no-show. America and Shepley were dancing to a slow song in the living room when Travis tugged on my hand. “Wanna dance?”
“No thanks,” I said.
His face fell.
I touched his shoulder. “I’m just tired, Trav.”
He put his hand on mine, and began to speak, but when I looked past him, I saw that Parker was walking toward us. Travis noticed my expression and turned.
“Hey, Abby! You made it!” Parker smiled.
“Yeah, we’ve been here for an hour or so,” I said, pulling my hand from under Travis’.
“You look incredible!” he yelled over the music.
“Thanks!” I grinned, glancing over to Travis. His lips were pressed together, and a line had formed between his eyebrows.
Parker nodded toward the living room and smiled. “You wanna dance?”
I wrinkled my nose and shook my head. “Nah, I’m kinda tired.”
Parker looked at Travis, then. “I thought you weren’t coming.”
“I changed my mind,” Travis said, irritated that he had to explain.
“I see that,” Parker said, looking to me. “You wanna get some air?”
I nodded, and then followed Parker up the stairs. He paused, reaching to take my hand as we climbed to the second floor. When we reached the top, he pushed open a pair of French doors to the balcony.
“Are you cold?” he asked.
“A little chilly,” I said, smiling when he pulled off his jacket and covered my shoulders, “Thanks.”
“You’re here with Travis?”
“We rode together.”
Parker’s mouth stretched across his face in a broad grin and then he looked out onto the lawn. A group of girls were huddled together, arms hooked together to fight the cold. Crepe paper and beer cans littered the grass, along with empty bottles of liquor. Among the clutter, Sig Tau brothers were standing around their masterpiece: a pyramid of kegs decorated with white lights.
Parker shook his head. “This place is going to be destroyed in the morning. The clean-up crew is going to be busy.”
“You have a clean-up crew?”
“Yeah,” he smiled, “we call them
“Poor Shep.”
“He’s not on it. He gets a pass because he’s Travis’ cousin, and he doesn’t live in the House.”
“Do you live in the House?”
Parker nodded. “The last two years. I need to get an apartment, though. I need a quieter place to study.”
“Let me guess…Business major?”
“Biology, with a minor in Anatomy. I’ve got one more year left, take the MCAT, and then hopefully I’m off to Harvard Med.”
“You already know you’re in?”
