Looking for Trouble (Nashville U Book 1) (27 page)

Aaron smirks. “You tell him, babe.”

Oh shit. I watch Kat’s eyes spark with anger before she turns to face him. She puts her hands on her hips and says, “I’m not your babe.” The smirk slides off Aaron’s face, but before he can suck up to her, she continues. “And, I won’t ever be your babe either.” He stares at her like he can’t believe she’s saying these things to him, but she doesn’t give him the chance to even try and apologize. She takes a step forward, and I have to force myself not to grab her and pull her back, wanting her as far away from him as she can be. She pokes her index finger into Aaron’s chest. “I don’t know why you asked me out, why you even made the offer, because, dude, you certainly didn’t make an effort.” She moves her finger, letting me relax just a bit, before spreading both arms to draw his attention to where we are. “I mean, seriously? This is where you bring a girl on a date?” Kat turns to the waitress. “No offense, because the food was great, but someone needs to learn how to use a mop, and maybe some paper towels.” The short brunette just stares at her; mouth dropped open. Kat turns back to Aaron and tells him, “Just a tip. If you’re taking a girl out because you’re planning to ‘get laid’; at least take her someplace nice. Treat her like she’s worth something, not just an easy lay.”

Once she’s done eviscerating Aaron, she grabs me by the hand and pulls me along behind her. Once we round the corner, she whirls around to face me. Her eyes are sparking with anger, and she looks like she’s about to attack me. I realize I’m not sure if she’s going to junk punch me, or make out with me. “I can’t believe you!” she seethes. “Tonight wasn’t supposed to be about you; you had nothing to do with this date. But no, you had to show up anyway and try to ruin it for me.” The anger drains from her face, and now she just looks sad. “Why won’t you and Max let me have this? Max has Sophie; you have whatever girl you pick for the night. I just want someone for me.” Her eyes glisten with tears, and my chest hurts at the sight. “Is it so horrible to want to be with someone? Don’t I deserve that too?”

Kat’s voice breaks on the last word, and I can’t take it anymore. I pull her into me, wrapping my arms around her waist. She grips my t-shirt in both hands and buries her face in my neck. I feel the hot wetness of her tears as she quietly sobs, unable to offer any advice. She only lets me comfort her for a few seconds before she drops her hands and steps back. Even with tear tracks on her cheeks, she’s beautiful. I can’t tell her that, though. She still sees me as the guy who doesn’t give a shit about her. Her words made that clear. Kat hasn’t noticed that the only female I’ve spent any time with recently … is her. No one else holds my interest.

“Do you need a ride home?” It’s the only thing I can think to ask her, the only thing she might possibly let me do for her. She avoids my eyes, a terse nod her only answer. I’m careful not to touch her as I walk with her toward the exit. Emmett and Wyatt are still here, waiting for me, but right now, the only thing that matters is Kat.

Kat

Clay walks beside me as we leave the bowling alley, hands in his jean’s pockets and his shoulders slumped forward. I’ve never seen him look quite as dejected as he does right now, though I know it’s not so much dejection as it is another d-word:
disappointment
. In contrast, I walk out with my arms folded underneath my breasts, the light jacket I wore tonight no match for the late night wind. But, while I may be cold, my head is held high. I know without a doubt that Aaron was never worth my time, and the only real reason I said yes to him—other than being almost giddy that
anyone
wanted to go out with me—was to get under Clay’s skin. Based on the anger I can
feel
simmering just below his disappointment that I disobeyed his direct order, I’ve more than succeeded.

Thanks to the cold and Clay’s silence, the walk across the parking lot seems like it takes an hour instead of the few minutes it actually takes. By the time we reach Clay’s car, I’m shivering, more from the adrenaline crash than chill in the air, but he turns up the heat as soon as the vehicle starts, turning the vents so they all focus on me. I rub my hands up and down my arms trying to warm myself since the air coming out is still cooler than the air outside, and Clay curses under his breath.

“Here,” he mutters, reaching into the back seat to grab his NU football hoodie.

Taking it from him, I push my arms through the sleeves and pull it over my head. The jacket smells like him, and I take a deep breath, letting his scent relax me. My limbs loosen, my torso melting into the buttery leather of the bucket seat, but when I drop the collar, my eyes meet his, the look in them making my whole body warm. Suddenly embarrassed, I turn my head away, though, for a few seconds, I still feel Clay’s eyes on me. Thankfully, he doesn’t tease me about it, and soon we’re heading for my dorm in a strangely comfortable silence.

Clay pulls into the first open spot closest to the front door and cuts off the ignition. As soon as he does, the interior light comes on, illuminating us both and letting me see the regret etched clearly on his face. He’s still carefully avoiding meeting my eyes, but the frown on his face and the tense set of his shoulders make his feelings easy to read. We sit in silence, and finally, I grab the door handle, ready to leave this crappy night behind me. Just when I start to open the door, he speaks. “Wait.” I still, waiting to see if whatever he’s about to say is going to piss me off or make me cry again. With Clay, it could be either. When I don’t turn to face him, he sighs heavily. “Can you at least look at me when I apologize to you?”

Shocked, I spin around, eyes wide, only able to gape at him. Clay Mitchell is going to
apologize
? A year ago, or even two months ago, I would have said he didn’t know the meaning of the word, but surprisingly, it really does seem like he’s changed. At least a little. Clay will never be the “nice” guy, but he is extremely loyal. Until just now, I hadn’t realized that. But now? That realization makes me second guess his reaction tonight.

The sound of him clearing his throat turns my focus back to him, and when our eyes meet, the look in his is wary. He’s worried about how I’m going to react to what he’s about to say, and after the way I treated him earlier, first yelling at him, then sobbing all over him before pushing him away, I can’t blame him. My emotions are all over the place.

Clay rubs a hand across the back of his neck and breaks eye contact with me before he says, “You were right.” If possibly, my eyes grow even wider. Not only is he apologizing, but he’s admitting he was
wrong
about something? Luckily, he doesn’t see my reaction to his words since he dropped his gaze because I’m sure the look on my face is comical. “I never should have interfered in your date.” His voice drops. “I’m sorry I made you feel like there was something wrong with you.”

“Oh Clay,” I start, my eyes filling with tears at his perfect apology.

He holds up a hand, cutting off what I was about to say. “I’m not done.” His eyes come back to mine, and the emotions in them confuse me. This is way more than an
I’m sorry
conversation, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that. Before I can stop him, he says, “I hate that I made you feel that way, like you weren’t good enough for Aaron. It wasn’t like that at all. If anything, you’re too good enough for any of the guys here.”

“Even Max?” The question comes out before I can stop it, and I watch as Clay’s jaw goes tight, his mouth flattening into a thin line at his brother’s name. “Never mind,” I mumble, “just forget I asked that.”

Clay looks over at me, his eyes narrowing when he mutters, “Especially Max.” I stare at him, waiting for him to expand on his answer, but he doesn’t. He quickly breaks eye contact, looking straight out of the windshield instead. “You should go inside,” he grits out, angry, but I don’t know why.

I decide not to dwell on it, and just count tonight as a win, even though it had some really sucky moments. The ending more than made up for it. Leaning over, I quickly brush a kiss on Clay’s cheek, ignoring the fact that his body goes stiff at the touch of my lips. “Good night, Clay.”

Once I’m out of the car, I pull off his jacket and drop it in the front seat before heading for the dorm. When I reach the door, I look back to see he’s still there. I realize he’s waiting to make sure I get inside safely, so I lift one hand in a wave before swiping my entry card. The door shuts, and I hear his car rev as I watch him pull out and leave. Him waiting for me to get inside is just one more thing that shows he’s not the jerk I always thought he was, at least not completely.

Thoughts of him occupy my head as I make my way up the stairs to the room I share with Becca. I reach for the doorknob, but stop when I hear her speaking to someone inside the room. “I can’t believe her, Gemma. It’s not enough that she’s doing everything she can to get with Max. Now she’s trying to jump on his older brother’s dick too?” There’s a moment of silence before she laughs. “Yeah, well, I sure wouldn’t complain about being in the middle of a Mitchell brother’s sandwich.” She goes quiet again, then, “Good point. Kat’s too goody-goody to even think of something like that. She’s probably too virginal to realize what she’s doing anyway.”

My face flames at her insult, and even though I know I should storm in and tell her off, I’m too stunned. I knew something was up with her, but I never thought she’d talk about me like this. Sure, she’s been uber protective of her phone, not leaving it alone when I’m in the room, and snickering over text conversations, but still. I thought she was my friend.

I back away from the door slowly before turning to run down the stairs. I’m standing in front of Scarlett and Annabelle’s room in only a few minutes, but I hesitate when I lift my hand to knock on the door. What if Scarlett and Annabelle feel the same way Becca does? I quickly shake off that thought. Scarlett and Annabelle both know how I’ve felt about Max … and how those feelings have changed recently. Seeing the guy you love spending all his time with someone else, not caring even a little about how watching him makes you feel, it’s bound to have an effect on you. The only good thing about it is that I’ve realized that Max truly doesn’t have those feelings for me. If I’m honest, I’m not sure the feelings I had for him were true either. If they were, wouldn’t I still be moping over him?

The door opens suddenly, pulling me out of my depressing thoughts. Annabelle jerks to a stop when she sees me. “Oh! Hey, Kat.” She smiles, but it fades when she sees the hurt look on my face. Her head tips to the side, then she grabs my hand and pulls me into her room.

Scarlett looks up from where she’s lying on the bed reading a book when Annabelle closes the door. When she sees me, she sits up, throws the book down on the bed, and hops off the bed to come over to us. “What’s wrong, babe?” Her eyes narrow as she studies me, then she asks, “Was the date that bad?” She grabs my free hand, pulling me over to take a seat on her bed. She flops down beside me, shoving her book closer to the wall, and I turn to face her. “Did Aaron act like an ass?”

“A little, but—“

She cuts me off, and shaking her head, says, “I knew he was a jerk.”

Annabelle’s mouth drops open at Scarlett’s declaration. “You knew he was a jerk, but still told Kat to go out with him? Why would you do that?” She starts pacing across the small room as she begins to rant. “
God
, Scar, that’s so messed up. Kat could have been hurt! You just don’t know what a guy will do when he doesn’t get his way. Especially if he’s a jerk.” Annabelle comes to a stop in front of us and leans over to poke Scarlett in the chest. “If
anything
had happened to her, it would be all your fault!”

Scarlett’s face pales at the accusation, and she jumps up to stand right in front of her roommate. “Whoa … what the hell Annabelle? I
never
would have told her to go out with him if I thought Aaron was that kind of jerk.” She turns back to me, terror in her eyes. “He didn’t
hurt
you, did he? Please tell me he didn’t.” Scarlett studies my body like she’s expecting bruises to start popping up everywhere.

“No, nothing like that,” I hurry to reassure them both. “Aaron just went into tonight thinking I was a ‘sure thing’ and he wasn’t thrilled when he found out I wasn’t.” Both girls relax, but Scarlett goes back on alert at my next words. “Of course, it didn’t help that Clay stuck his nose where it didn’t belong.”

She drops back down beside me and leans in close. “
Clay
was there? Oh my God. What did he do? Did he declare his undying devotion and whisk you away?” Her eyes turn dreamy at the thought, and I have to laugh.

“Declare his undying devotion? This is not one of your books, Scar.” Just the thought of Clay doing that has me giggling uncontrollably. “You know we aren’t like that.” Scarlett doesn’t look convinced, so I hurry to tell her and Annabelle the details of my date and how Clay interfered. By the time I’m done, Annabelle is smiling, and Scarlett looks like she hasn’t decided whether to cheer for him or punch him for interfering in my love life—or lack thereof—
again
.