The Longest Ride(13)

But she didn’t, because she knew that it wouldn’t make any difference. Marcia was right. Brian believed that if he could just talk to her, he could change her mind. Because he thought that at his most charming and apologetic, he was irresistible. She’d forgiven him before, after all. Why not again?



Turning away, she worked her way through the crowd toward Marcia, thanking God she’d left the tables when she had. The last thing she needed was for him to saunter up, feigning surprise at finding her. Because no matter what the facts were, she’d end up being painted as the heartless one. Why? Because Brian was the Mary-Kate of his fraternity. An all-American lacrosse player blessed with startlingly good looks and a wealthy investment banker father, Brian ruled their social circle effortlessly. Everyone in the sorority revered Brian, and she knew for a fact that half the girls in the house would hook up with him given the slightest encouragement.



Well, they could have him.



Sophia continued to weave through the crowd as the band finished one song and rolled into the next. She glimpsed Marcia and Ashley near the dance floor, talking to three guys wearing tight jeans and cowboy hats, who she guessed were a couple of years older than them. Sophia made her way in that direction, and when she reached for Marcia’s arm, her roommate turned, looking almost flustered. Or, more accurately, drunk.



“Oh, hey!” she drawled, dragging out the words. She maneuvered Sophia forward. “Guys, this is my roommate, Sophia. And this is Brooks and Tom… and…” Marcia squinted at the guy in the middle. “Who are you again?”



“Terry,” he offered.



“Hi,” Sophia said, the word automatic. She turned back to Marcia. “Can I talk to you alone?”



“Right now?” Marcia frowned. She cut her eyes toward the cowboys as she turned to face Sophia, not bothering to hide her irritation. “What’s up?”



“Brian’s here,” Sophia hissed.



Marcia squinted at her, as if trying to make sure she’d heard her right, before finally nodding. The two of them retreated to a place farther removed from the dance floor. It wasn’t quite as deafening, but Sophia still had to raise her voice to be heard.



“He followed me. Again.”



Marcia peered over Sophia’s shoulder. “Where is he?”



“Back by the tables, with everyone else from school. He brought Jason and Rick.”



“How did he know you’d be here?”



“It’s not exactly a secret. Half the campus knew we were coming tonight.”



As Sophia fumed, Marcia’s interest flickered to one of the guys she’d been talking to, then she turned back to Sophia with a trace of impatience.



“Okay… he’s here.” She shrugged. “What do you want to do?”



“I don’t know,” Sophia said, crossing her arms.



“Did he see you?”



“I don’t think so,” she said. “I just don’t want him to start anything.”



“Do you want me to go talk to him?”



“No.” Sophia shook her head. “Actually, I don’t know what I want.”



“Then just relax. Ignore him. Hang with me and Ashley for a while. We don’t have to go back to the tables. Maybe he’ll leave. And if he finds us here, I’ll just start flirting with him. Distract him.” Her mouth curved into a provocative smile. “You know he used to have a thing for me. Before you, I mean.”



Sophia pulled her arms tighter. “Maybe we should just go.”



Marcia waved a hand. “How? We’re an hour from campus, and neither of us has a car here. We rode with Ashley, remember? And I know for a fact that she’s not going to want to leave.”



Sophia hadn’t thought of that.



“Come on,” Marcia cajoled. “Let’s get a drink. You’ll like these guys. They’re in graduate school at Duke.”



Sophia shook her head. “I’m not really in the mood to talk to any guys right now.”



“Then what do you want to do?”



Sophia caught sight of the night sky at the far end of the barn and suddenly felt the overwhelming desire to get out of this sweaty, densely packed scene. “I think I just need some fresh air.”



Marcia followed her gaze, then looked at Sophia again. “Do you want me to come with you?”



“No, that’s okay. I’ll find you again. Just hang around here, okay?”



“Yeah, sure,” Marcia agreed with obvious relief. “But I can go with you…”



“Don’t worry about it. I’m not going to be long.”