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"She's your ho."
"Shut up both of you! Weston, take her upper body. Brady, grab her legs."
"I don't want him touching her," Weston bit out.
"Get over it."
Brady lifted her legs, his eyes trying not to gravitate up the rest other.
"Just do it," I said. They raised her and I pulled back the covers. "Lay her down."
After they did, I arranged the bedspread around her. Weston and Brady stood back, watching. Thick, mucky silence
hung in an invisible triangle. Britt groaned again. Her eyes fluttered open.
"Wes?"
"Hey." He kneeled down next to the side of the bed. "What are you doing? You scared the hell out of me."
"I did?" She blinked. Her voice sounded tiny, pathetic. I cringed. Did she really want him to save her? Did she think
that was what a healthy relationship was all about manipulation? She looked like a weakling. I'd never find myself like that.
Ever.
I saw concern in his eyes but also fear like he was wondering if Brady's "psycho" comment was justified. I had the
troubling thought that Britt's efforts to reel in and hook Weston might catch her in the snare.
"You came," she muttered, dreamy-eyed to Weston.
Weston glanced at me and Brady as if he was trapped in a terrible version of some white trash movie.
"I knew you'd come." She rolled closer to him, and her backside was exposed.
Weston nodded and appeared at a loss for words. Brady fidgeted next to me. I walked around the side of the bed, next
to Weston, so Britt could see me. Her dazed eyes shifted from Weston to me. "What are you doing here?"
"I came to check on you when you weren't at school today. I ran into Weston out front."
"I don't need your help, he's here." Britt warbled out, and reached for Weston's neck to hug him. When he didn't lean
close, she settled for clinging to his sweater sleeves.
"Yeah, he's here. So is Brady." You've got your whole fan club.
Britt jerked around, saw Brady, and her eyes widened. It was then she seemed to realize that she was in her
underwear, and she pulled the blanket up around and over her body. "You two talking again?" she asked but since she was
looking at Brady, it wasn't clear which guy she was addressing.
Brady's gaze fell to his shuffling feet. Weston cleared his throat and stood, the distance he created between himself
and Britt an obvious message. "You sent us both the text."
Uh-oh. "She probably hit Brady's name in her address book by accident," I put in, hoping the suggestion might help
somehow. Weston's tilted head told me he doubted it. Brady didn't meet my gaze, his eyes still on the floor.
Britt sat up, the bedspread falling around her waist. Just a second ago, she appeared to care whether or not any of us
saw her. "My head is throbbing," she muttered, holding her skull with both hands. "Wes?"
Weston's eyes flicked from Britt's chest to Brady. He jerked his head in the direction of the door in a silent gesture of
get lost. I took the cue and crossed to Brady, tugging his sleeve. "Let's leave them alone."
Brady followed me out and I shut the door. I leaned against one wall, Brady against another. "How did you end up in
Weston's car coming here?"
Brady shrugged. "The two of us settled this. It's no biggie, you know?"
"No biggie," I said. "That's why he asked you to leave."
"You asked me to leave."
"So, what, are you going to make a play for Britt? Share her? I don't get it."
"You don't have to get it. It's none of your business."
Just a few weeks ago, Brady had spoken to me civilly. I didn't know what had changed, but I figured Britt had
probably poisoned him because she was mad at me. "You're right. None of this is my business."
I headed down the hall. Let Britt solve her own problems. I'd come to make sure Britt was okay and gotten myself
chastised for the effort. The unfairness rubbed me raw.
In the kitchen, I bumped into Britt's dad, tall, suited and sophisticated. My heart skipped. "Oh, hey, Mr. Walker."
"Hi Zoe." He loosened his tie and smiled at me. I thought of the triangle upstairs, of the trouble Britt would get in
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