He shrugged again and tried to remain cool. "Because I think it's stupid that we're not talking. Lydia and Jess too. They were best friends." He stole a look underneath lidded eyes at Adam and the guys.
My back straightened. He was lying.
Jill's fingers curled into his arm and Jeff froze under her grip. Then he frowned and flung her hand off. "Ouch! Crap, woman. That hurt."
"So, Adam," Jill turned towards him. Fake warmth oozed from her pores. "How do you think the game will go on Saturday?"
One of the guys scoffed, "We have a real game on Friday."
Another added, "No one cares about that one."
Adam shot both a look and straightened in his chair. "I think we'll be fine."
"Why is that?" She leaned forward to give him a view of the upper curves of her boobs. Cleavage heaven was on display.
Jeff was eagerly lapping up his view.
Becky yipped out, "You don't think the team will win?"
Jill settled back on her heels and turned ice eyes towards her. "They did get creamed last week by them."
"Yeah, but that was a real game. It counted."
Adam shot Becky a dark look.
She didn't see it and plodded on, "This game doesn't really count. I heard the Kade brothers might not even play. They didn't come for the charity event last year."
"They have to come." Jill's eyes were sharp. "That's why we chose the football team, so they'd come."
Jeff moved back. "You want them to come?"
"What? I mean, you're going to do fine, honey."
"I don't play in a real game."
"Yeah, but it's for charity." She pressed herself against him and cooed again. "I bet their third string plays too. Charity for everyone."
Becky's mouth closed with an audible snap. The guys were silent for a second and then burst out laughing. Even Adam wiped at something in his eyes. Jill's eyebrows shot up and her smile froze in place.
Jeff tore himself away. "So I'm the charity? Is that what you're saying?"
"No, honey. Jeff! That's not what I meant." She hollered and went after as he stalked out of the cafeteria.
One of the guys whistled. "Man, Sam. You didn't even say a word. How'd you get out of that?"
I offered up a shoulder. "Talent?"
Both of Adam's friends laughed while Becky's eyes went wide. "You didn't, did you? I thought Jill was going to leap at you with her nails."
Adam shook his head. "I think that's why Sam kept quiet."
"Yeah, that pissed off Decimator even more. Good thinking."
"It hadn't been my plan, but I'll take it. Decimator?"
The guy struck a cocky pose. "She decimates her way through guys. The Decimator."
"I agree with that. She is a decimator." Becky went back to eating as she nodded her agreement.
Adam gave me a half grin. "You okay?" He lowered his voice and inched closer across the table.
I shrugged, but I didn't say anything because I didn't have anything to say. I didn't care about Jeff and I hadn't for a long time.
Adam kept giving me concerned looks through the rest of the day and the day after, but it didn't matter. I didn't care anymore and Jeff picked up on that too after I walked past him and Jill in the hallway. I hadn't known they were there until I almost bowled them over. They were with Lydia and Jessica. After I muttered a quick apology, one that I'd give to anybody, I hurried on my way. It wasn't until I was about to turn the corner that I looked back and realized who I had run into.
Jill seemed upset, but Jessica and Lydia stared at me. They watched me.
Jeff's shoulder slumped and he had a downcast expression on his face. When his eyes met mine for a brief second, I saw an apology flash through his.
It was over. Really over and he knew it as well.
My step had a lighter bounce to it for the rest of the day. That lasted until the end of the day when Lydia cornered me later. She'd been waiting at my car. I slowed when I saw her, but what could I do? I wasn't stupid enough or crazy enough to try running home again.
"Hey." She shot up from my car and twisted her hands together. "How are you?"
"What do you want?"
Hurt flashed in her eyes, but she looked down. "Nothing, I just—how are you?"
I let my bag drop to the ground before I unlocked my door. "I'm fine. You?"
She gave me a tentative smile. "I think Justin Beardsley might ask me out."
I nodded. "Cool."
"So you and Adam, huh?" A strand of her hair was wound in her hand and she began to twirl it around. "That's exciting, really exciting. I tried telling Jessica we should be happy for you, but—"
"Why would she?" My tone was flat. "She slept with my boyfriend for two years to get back at me."
Lydia fell silent.
"She doesn't care, now or then."
"Yes, she does. I know she does." But she sounded as if she wanted to convince herself.
"Jessica doesn't care. At least she has the decency not to fake it anymore."
Lydia's mouth opened, but nothing came out.
And Becky bounced up to us at that moment. "How's it going?" I knew she spoke to me, but her glare was directed at Lydia.
Lydia's hands started to twist together again. "Hi, Becky."