Chapter 17

He wasn’t

Mark and I did nothing.When a heaviness settles into his groin at the mere thought of his friend, he shakes his head to clear his mind. I was drunk, okay? That’s all. Drunk off my ass and so was he. We were both pretty wasted. It meant nothing to either of us. Nothing at all.

But if it meant nothing, then why can’t he just let it go?

* * * *

His friends are waiting in the hall when he steps out of his room. Jamie leans against the far wall, arms crossed and chin down as if he’s about ready to fall back to sleep. Seth stands to one side, laughing at something Mark just said. Thad squats between them, hands clasped like he’s praying they all get moving already. He looks up as Peter turns to lock his door. They’re talking about me,Peter thinks wildly. Mark told them we got it on last night and that’s why Seth’s laughing, they all know—

“You ready?” Seth asks. Beside him Mark watches Peter closely, trying to catch his eye.