“It was an accident, I was asleep and—”
Dante’s fist connected before Noah finished the sentence. Noah’s head barely moved, but his eyes flashed with anger, and his jaw set.
“Fuck you,” Noah said quietly as he walked to the door. “It was an accident.” He walked out.
“Why dith you hit him?” Savannah demanded.
“Because you’re bleeding and saying ‘dith,’” Dante growled, scooting closer to her on the ground. “Why are you on the floor? Come on, let me see,” he said to her so gently and carefully, I wouldn’t have known he was the same guy who just punched Noah.
“What happened?” Dustin asked tiredly.
“Hey.” I walked over to him and settled against the table he was leaning against. “You look like shit.”
“Thanks.”
Savannah wriggled out of Dante’s hold. “At leasth you don’t look like me.”
“There’s that,” Dustin conceded. “How did it play out?”
“We wanted to ask Noah something, Savvy said he’d be here when we came in, but he was fast asleep.” I grimaced. “Savvy woke him up by screaming in his ear.”
Dustin winced. “Ouch. He woke up swinging, I take it?”
I nodded. Savannah and I shared a look. “I was a bit hard on him,” I admitted.
“Yeah, guess we all were. I think I’d have done the same if someone was screaming at me.” He didn’t look at Dante. “I’ll go find him.”
“Dust!” Dante called after him. “Are you sure?” His eyes flicked to me.
Dustin’s shoulder sagged. “Fuck, I almost had a moment to forget. Uh, Hadley, I need to talk to you.”
“Later, I’m kind of busy.” He was going to give me the whole ‘it was a one-time thing’ speech. I didn’t need to hear it.
“You need to go with Dust, Hadley.” The way Dante looked at me, I stood up straighter.
“Savannah?”
“I’m going to shout at Thante.”
I smirked. “Thante?You’re going to shout at him? Okay. Good luck with that.” I picked up my purse. “C’mon, Slater.”
We didn’t go far; he found an empty classroom and led me inside. He closed the door and leaned against it.
I waited patiently. He didn’t speak; in fact, he struggled to look at me.
Well, this was going to be excruciating.
“Okay, I know what you’re going to say. It was late, we were emotional, tired, and not thinking straight. We fucked, it’s fine. It’s not a big deal.”
His scowl was so fierce that he looked like he was squinting. “What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“Excuse me?” My hands were on my hips.
“We fucked.It’s fine?” He looked pissed off. “Not a big deal?”
“You want me to wear a promise ring, Slater?”
“Oh, fuckoff, Peterson.” He turned to leave, but stopped, his head banging against the door, his hand on the handle, knuckles white. He kept banging his head gently off the wood.