I settle back in my seat. My heart feels like a block of cement is sitting on it. Hope for the future is what sustains a person, not guilt or regrets, and I want him to see that. He mentioned that his mom gave him the necklace for hope, but what if he’s lost so much that— Stop. You can’t help him.

Class ends a few minutes later and I take my time leaving, moving slowly and giving him enough time to get out into the hall and down the steps. I don’t want to come face-to-face with him. I’m not sure what would happen. I might break down, might beg him— “Hey, I’m sorry about being a dick,” says a male voice behind me, and it’s the guy who was talking about Z. He slides up next to me and sticks his hand out. His hair is a rich brown, his eyes a brilliant blue, and he’s wearing an HU football practice shirt. Another athlete. “I’m Dallas, wide receiver for the Lions. Been sitting in the row with you all semester. I’m a big hockey fan, and maybe that’s why I spoke out of turn. Just want them to go all the way, you know?”

He’s tall with a charming smile that’s open and honest, and it’s hard not to soften. I pause and then finally take his hand. His grip is firm and light, his gaze appreciative as he takes in my skinny jeans, tight black fuzzy sweater, flats, and hair, which is down and around my shoulders. I’m wearing more makeup than usual these days too, covering up the dark circles under my eyes.

“Yeah, I want them to win too.”

He nods. “You guys were a thing before, right? I mean, I saw you on his social media.”

My chest squeezes. “Briefly.” I exhale, my mouth tightening, and he winces and gives me a lopsided grin.

“Yeah. My bad. I heard about his girl-of-the-month thing…”

Ugh. “That’s just rumors,” I say with a polite smile then turn and walk to the exit.

He follows along next to me. “Sorry, I keep putting my foot in my mouth. Can I make it up to you? Coffee, sometime, maybe?” He grimaces. “Not trying to be forward, but well, ah, we’ve been sitting near each other for weeks and you’re not seeing him…”

I don’t even have to think about it. I’m not ready for coffee—or anything with anyone else. “Maybe some other time,” I say, and a small laugh comes from him.

“I should have kept my mouth shut about the hockey star. Can we start all over? Hi, I’m Dallas and I think you’re kinda cool.” He gives me a sheepish look. “I liked your poem analysis. This class is one of my favorites.”

I nod. “Yeah, it’s fun. I just took it as an elective.”

“Looks like we already have something in common,” he says, throwing in a teasing grin.

I let out a breath and look over his shoulder. No Z in the hallway.

He follows my gaze and gives me a smirk. “Just not into me, are you?”

I grin for the first time. “Not really.”

He lifts his shoulders nonchalantly. “I can wear you down. See ya, Sugar.”

He heads out the side exit with a wave, and I walk out through the main doors.

I take off for the student center to get a slushie, my head down as I replay the class, wondering if somehow I missed him looking at me, but I know I didn’t. I just thought if there were any truth to him wanting me for me, he would have tried harder to convince me.

He let me go, and I guess that tells me everything.

Julia appears up ahead on the sidewalk and jogs over to me.

“Hey, you doing okay?” she asks, her eyes searching mine.

I nod.

She gives me a sympathetic smile. “You headed to grab some lunch?”

“Actually just a slushie, but I could be talked into pizza.” I pause. “I don’t want to go back to our room because that’s where we always…” I stop. “I’m trying to stay busy.”

Her lips tighten. “I’m so pissed at Z right now.”

“I’ll be okay.”

I’m lying. I’m counting down the days until I’m out of here and in law school—somewhere, anywhere else.

“I know you’re lying, but time will help. Come on.”

We take the steep steps up to the student center and walk into the spacious lobby. It’s filled with students getting lunch, but it’s the gorgeous twenty-foot stone lion fountain in the center of the room that catches my eye. It’s a hub for people to congregate and eat lunch on the fly.

Z sits on the ledge talking to Lola from Eric’s birthday party. He smiles at her and her hand is on his chest, tracing little circles on his shirt as she bats fluttery lashes up at him.

Air whooshes out of my chest.

Something breaks inside me, and I feel the tear, the agony of what it’s like to see the person you love with someone else.

Seeing Bennett with that girl at the Tipsy Moose doesn’t even compare.

My legs wobble for a second before I straighten up and square my shoulders.

“Sugar, wait. Let’s leave campus for lunch…” It’s Julia with her hand on my arm, trying to shield me, but I brush her off, my steps moving closer.

I get within about twenty feet of them, and I can’t go any closer. My heart is lead as I lean against the wall next to the pizza place for support. People come and go, crossing in front of me, carrying food and talking and laughing, but I don’t even notice.

I can’t stop looking at them. He’s right there. With someone.

I have no grounds to be angry. I ended it and—

She’s touching him.

And he’s letting her.

The world collapses as his gaze drifts up, so goddamn slow, and when his eyes meet mine…there is zilch there.

My heart stutters.

Lola says something and he looks at her.

My eyes close. How can he be with someone else when I feel like I’m dying inside?

“Let’s go,” Julia is saying, but I don’t budge. Maybe…maybe I need to see this. I need to see that he can just go straight from me to someone else.

I love you. Forever.

He was never really mine.

I turn from them and walk away.

36

Sugar

I’m coming out of the library a few days later, and Eric is waiting for me. He texted earlier and asked to see me, and when I told him no, he resorted to sending me every emoji he could type, mostly ones with sweets. He swore he would blow up my phone if I didn’t give him five minutes.

I walk down the marble steps and stop in front of him.

He’s got workout gear on and a Lions cap on top of his wild red hair. His beard is longer than I’ve seen it in a while. I figure he’s coming from a late afternoon workout session. Part of me is giddy to see him because I miss his smiling face and he’s a connection to Z, but the rest of me aches, knowing Z isn’t with him.

I force a big smile. “You look like a grizzly bear. Also, please stop sending me the pie emoji.”

“Nice to see you too, babe.” He swoops down and picks me up for a twirl, and several people stop and stare at us. A few guys call out and two girls run over to say hi. One of them presses her number into his hand, and he tucks it in his jacket pocket, a sly smile on his face.

I shake my head, feeling just…tired. “It just never ends with y’all.”

He gives me a look as we take off toward my dorm. “I’m twenty and male. I like chicks.”

I hold my hand up. “What if you had a girlfriend? Would you take her number then?”

He rears back. “No, of course not. That’s a hard line. I’d be true.”

I nod. “And that’s why we’re friends.”

He grins. “But I don’t have one, so I can do what I want.”

We walk down the busy sidewalk and Eric has his head down, a thoughtful look on his face.

“Want to tell me what this is about?”

He sighs slowly, and I sense he’s searching for the right words. “Um, Z.”

My stomach knots. “Figured as much.”

He looks off into the horizon. “He’s falling apart.”

“What do you mean?” My legs pick up the pace, almost to a jog, most of it nervous energy, afraid Eric is going to say something that will break my heart even more.

He keeps pace with me. “Can you slow down a minute?”

“Nope. I have to get to BB’s.”

He takes my hand and pulls me off the path.

“What?” I glare up at him and he winces.

“Look, I know he hurt you, but he’s…”

“Yeah?”

“Fucking devastated. I don’t know who he is anymore. All he does is run and work out and sleep. He had this huge fight with Reece and they’re walking around like two bulls. He’s surly and bad-tempered and just…I don’t know what to say. I can’t get in his head.”

He scratches at his jaw and looks around, almost as if he’s nervous.

I narrow my gaze. “Did he tell you not to talk to me?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure he meant it.” He blows out a breath. “Never have I seen him so strung out over a girl. He took a hammer to the work table in the garage, and shit, he never does stuff like that.”

I flinch at the image. “He doesn’t really care about me.” I’m not looking at Eric, but I feel his searching look.

“Seriously? Get real. I saw how he looked at you.”

I shake my head. “Funny, because he hasn’t tried to get in touch with me. He knows where I live. He has my phone number.”

“He cares about you.”

Then why is Eric the one here making his case for him? I want to smash something. “So you keep saying,” I snap. “Then why not tell me about her?”

“Maybe he was afraid to lose you.”

“He did lose me.”