I can’t hear myself think from howloudthe blood rushes through my ears. But in true amazing friend fashion, Ellis storms forward toward Logan and…
Holy fucking shit!The guy behind him is gigantic. The shadow of his figure absorbs the hallway like a black hole. I think it’s theDeltapresident. Dark hair, longer in the back, perfectly gelled. Deep-set eyes. Yep.
Griffin…ApolloGriffin.
A Greek mythic beast.
His damn arms have the wingspan of one. The peacoat he wears adds more weight, but the man is terrifyingly huge. And that’s saying something, because my father and brothers are as large as Viking gods.
Ellis crosses her arms. “Can you handle going to tell Mr. Almighty that hisgirlfriendis here? Come on.” With a huff, she tugs me toward the living room, but not before we toss them a couple oflooks.
“I can’t believe Logan’s being such a loyal dog andnotletting you back there…”
“Of course he won’t. Despite his loyalty tome. He’s aBeta.”
But the more I think about it, the more I’m relieved. And scared.
Maybe I don’t want to confront Ayan tonight. I could keep pretending I don’t know what he’s been up to. I could keep things the same. Life has been simple. I don’t reallyneeda boyfriend anyway. It was a checkbox to fill on my life’s list:
Become student council president.
Attend prom.
Get a boyfriend.
Have sex.
Go to college. JoinOmega Nu Epsilon.
Become ONE’s president in my senior year.
Attend my top pick medical school.
Get married.
Eventually, have children.
Become the dean of my medical school alma mater.
Win the Nobel Prize for medicine.
Discover disease cures.
Die.
Very simple things.
But I’vegottenthe boyfriend. And had sex. And went to college and joinedONE.I’m only a sophomore, so I have to wait until my senior year to be elected president of my sorority.
So if he leaves me for her? I can deal.Right?
“I need a drink,” I say, grabbing a Solo cup, then filling it with the liquored juice mix from the table behind us.
Ellis grips my shoulders in a tight squeeze as I down the entire thing, then gag. “Don’t freak out. You’re fine.”
“Am I?” I nod. “Iam. I’m fine.”
And for good measure, I down a second cup of juice.