Yeah, right.
I watched as Andrew, the dude who worked with Dakota, stepped up to hand Rachel a drink. A smile tugged at her lips, just as jealousy yanked at my heart.
I tried to keep my head and think about this realistically. Andrew was a nice guy and seemed to be in to Rachel. Dakota had been pushing Rachel into dating again and I couldn’t tell whether she was seeing Andrew to prove something to Dakota or to herself.
I knew that Rachel was trying to get back in Dakota’s good graces, but I also wondered if she was losing herself again. Or maybe I just couldn’t handle the idea of her being with someone else.
Andrew had picked her up at the condo a couple of times in the past several days. I’d listened from my bedroom door, refusing to be in the same space as the two of them—because if I was, I was liable to do something irrational, like fling Rachel over my shoulder, all caveman style.
She never invited him over afterward, but for all I knew, they spent time alone at his place during those nights. And I couldn’t help the torment of wondering if she’d kissed or touched him the in same way.
I needed to stop being so naïve. She’d had plenty of guys before me—I hadn’t been special. I’d been only convenient. Maybe too convenient.
She’d be leaving soon anyway, and then who knew what the hell might happen.
Besides, I had my own shit to figure out, decisions to be made—and very soon.
Rachel’s gaze met mine from across the room as her mother showed me Zen organic something-or-other shirts. Her face brightened but then crossed over to hurt, and my chest tightened into a fist. As if she’d remembered that my friendship came at a cost—that it was still a complex and tangled mess—and I hated that I brought forth those emotions.
She headed over to greet me and what’s-his-face followed behind.
“Thanks for coming,” Rachel said, and then flung her arm around my neck for a hug. I went to kiss her on the cheek, just as she turned her head, and my lips landed on the corner of her mouth instead. Ah hell.
That little taste only made me want more. “Sorry,” I said, backing away.
Color rose in her cheeks, and she had trouble meeting my eyes. “Kai, you remember Andrew.”
I lifted my hand in a wave. “Yep. Nice to see you.”
Yeah, right. If I never saw you again it’d be too soon.
“Andrew,” Mrs. Mattson said. “Dakota tells me you’re transferring your credits to TSU in the fall?”
Seriously? Well played, dude. Now I just wanted my knee to find his nuts.
Panic flared briefly in Rachel’s eyes. Maybe she wasn’t even into this guy, and it had all been my imagination.
But then she flashed him a sweet smile, and I felt confused all over again.
“Yes,” he said. “They have a great finance program and I already took all of my core classes at the community college.”
There was a closer university about twenty minutes away, so I wondered why he hadn’t just transferred there.
“And I live in Hamilton County, so the commute to TSU is shorter.”
So it would have been a toss-up either way. I needed to knock it off and stop acting like this guy was ready to propose or some shit.
Mrs. Mattson’s face brightened. “I’m glad Rachel will have more friends around.”
Rachel looked away, but I caught the subtle roll of her eyes.
Shane had just joined our group as Mrs. Mattson turned to me.
“How about you, Kai?” she asked. “What are you plans for the fall?”
Dakota showed up next to Shane with a full glass of wine. “Yeah, what are your plans, Kai?”
She was such a pain in my ass lately. The exact reason why I hadn’t confided my news to her.
“You didn’t tell them yet?” Shane said, balancing a plate of appetizers and a bottle of beer.
“Tell us what?” Dakota reached for a carrot from Shane’s plate and doused it in ranch dressing.
Rachel refused to meet my gaze, and the words seemed to stick in my throat. I just shook my head.
“He might go back to Amsterdam,” Shane said. “Same setup as last time, right, dude? Classes at the university in between working at the recording studio.”
“Yeah, Johan asked me back,” I said, finally finding my voice. Rachel’s eyes flicked to mine, but I turned to Mrs. Mattson to avoid any emotions that might pass between us. “We had a little . . . misunderstanding this spring. He called me to discuss it and offered me another opportunity.”
That conversation had happened two nights ago, when I’d been out with Shane. I’d been shocked, to say the least. I’d been mulling the move over the last couple of days, considering all of my options. My parents would definitely be impressed if I returned to Johan’s studio and got my shit together, along with my degree.