Free Cake by Nicole Reed Page B

however, he makes a comment that eerily reminds me of what Mary Grace stated earlier. He said, “He’s never been able to take his eyes off of you.” Not having time to set the story straight with him, I just let it go. I’m sure the only time Dray’s eyes have been on me is preparing for verbal target practice.
     
    Stepping out of the car, my ringtone blares as I reach into my blue jeans pocket that I changed into at home. Paired with a light-weight pink cardigan and shell, I’m still rocking my casual attire. Looking down at the screen, I roll my eyes seeing that Mads is finally calling me back. She was working when I tried to reach her earlier.
     
    “Why in the hell does my phone have over twenty texts telling my best friend is not only secretly dating Satan, but also having Rosemary’s Baby? ” Her sarcasm bleeds through the phone.
     
    Groaning, I brace myself for the verbal tirade coming to me as I lean against my car, which surprises me when I hear her peals of laughter instead.
     
    “How did this shit storm brew up, girl? Wait, wait. Listen to this text from Donnie Sanders’s girlfriend, “I JUST HEARD YOUR GIRL IS UP THE DUFF BY THE BIG BAD BUFF. She’s a fucking idiot.”
     
    “How bad is it?” I ask, really not wanting to know.
     
    “Oh, it’s bad. One of the football players says he witnessed your confession to Jason Silas about your elicit love affair with Dray and subsequent love child, which is why he is now claiming you must have been cheating when you were with him.”
     
    “I was never in a relationship with Jason, you know that. I thought he understood the term hook-up. And for the record, that is not how it went down. I needed to get back to make sure that Dray was okay. When I was standing in the waiting room, I overheard the doctor asking for Dray’s family, and I panicked thinking something was wrong.” My voice trails off when I realize how dumb the situation sounds.
     
    “Listen, I wouldn’t worry considering how much I, and pretty much everyone in our group, know how much you hate Dray the Dick. Honestly, I find the entire situation hilarious. Why the hell were you even there? I figured you’d be one of the first to wheel his invalid ass out the window while you had the chance.”
     
    Silence, as my mind goes back to the incident when I was rubbing his head this morning and the look in his eyes when he saw me in his hospital room. Silence is something Mads, nor I, have ever experienced whenever we talk on the phone.
     
    “Kylie. Leigh. Lord. Start talking now!” she shouts through the phone.
     
    “Trent called...”
     
    “I should have known. I swear I don’t know which one is the biggest asshole out of the two. The one that treats you like shit or the one that treats you like shit? Oh wait, they both do.” Letting out a shriek she asks, “Let me guess. Trent needed you to come take care of Dray because he can’t crawl out of his hole in the ground, and he knew you would do his bidding once again. Right? Trent says jump, and you don’t even ask how high, you just start bouncing.”
     
    “Mads,” I threaten, because I don’t need to hear this same argument again.
     
    “When are you going to wake up and realize that he uses you? You’re his bitch, and you don’t even get the privilege of his last name.”
     
    “I can’t do this right now, Mads. Can you please just try and quell the rumors. Please?”
     
    “What are you doing, Kylie?” she asks, lowering her voice. “Dray has always treated you horribly. You don’t owe Trent to help him out, and you sure as hell don’t owe Dray.”
     
    The day must finally be wearing me down because I’m tired of talking about this. Lowering my voice, I say, “I’ll call you later. Okay?” Not giving her anytime for a reply, I click the end button. I love Mads, but she will never understand how I feel about Trent.
     
    Pushing away from the car, I place my phone back on vibrate and throw it in my purse.