Mess To Be Made

10

I slid into Lindsay's car, thankful it was finally lunch. My plan was to spend the forty-minute break taking a nap in her backseat, because even though it was only Tuesday, this week had already been hell.

Despite being completely broken on Sunday, I survived yesterday morning.

I sped to school with one purpose that morning, and one purpose only. To talk to a tall, blonde football captain. I knew exactly where he'd be. All the football guys parked and hung out at the front of Senior Row during football season because they were at school earliest—6:30am training. And sure enough, when I pulled into a parking spot in Senior Row at 7:40am, grabbed my things, and made my way towards the front, there they were.

Blake was huddled around the back of a car with Kevin and a large group of senior football players I couldn't even bother to remember the names of. One person stuck out though. Someone who I wasn't expecting to see with them. Not a football player.

Spencer Ross.

I almost stopped walking when I saw him there too. I almost turned around. I thought I even might throw up as my entire throat began to burn.

Kevin already saw me though and clearly said something since all their heads turned to watch me as I continued walking towards them.

"Damn, she looks pissed," one guy said loudly and they all erupted in laughter and chatter amongst each other, making my blood boil at an even higher temperature.

They quickly silenced though at the sound of my voice, cutting through the autumn air like a knife. One syllable that sounded deadly. "Blake."

A few of them jumped a little at the sound and if I wasn't so pissed, I probably would've smiled.

I didn't look at Spencer. Even when he said my name. Even when I hissed at him to shut up. My eyes were squared on Blake.

And his eyes were wide. He looked genuinely fearful and I ran my tongue across my teeth. Good.

"We need to talk," I said to him without stopping. I walked right past him, right past the group of boys.

Luckily, Blake got the picture and followed me. His large steps were quick and he was beside me in a second. At the very front of the parking lot, I stood behind a car so his friends, so Spencer, couldn't see us.

He opened his mouth to speak but I beat him to it, crossing my arms over my chest.

"What the fuck, Blake."

"What—"

"You told."

"Just Kevin, Zach, and Carl, I swear. They won't—"

"They did. Already."

Blake's brow furrowed.

"Kevin told Spencer. Obviously." I rolled my eyes.

Blake paused, analyzing my rigid face. "I don't get why you're so upset."

I winced. He used my own words against me. Practically the exact same words I said to Spencer yesterday.

He wasn't entirely wrong either. It's not like we made a pact not to tell anyone at the time. And I knew better than to sleep with someone thinking word wouldn't get out. It always did.

So while it sucked Spencer found out, that really wasn't the issue.

"Do you have a girlfriend."

His eyes flashed with something. Something I hadn't seen at the party. I think it was guilt. It was gone quickly though as he ground out, "I told you, Allie, I don't have—"