"Go look outside," Sable yells. "You know how he likes that roof slide. I'll find Jonathan. He might know."
"Okay," I yell, pushing through bodies on my way out the back door.
When I finally make it outside, I pause, breathing in the air that seems a million degrees cooler than the inside of the house. I stand by the kitchen door, scanning the lawn for Colton.
This was a stupid idea. How was I planning on finding Colton here, exactly?
"You're the tutor." A low voice beside me makes me jump, and I turn to see a big guy standing there holding a beer.
"Um… yeah," I say. Not creepy at all that he knows that. He's not one of Colton's roommates but he's unmistakably a football player. The fact that he's ginormous is a dead giveaway.
"Colton's told us all about you," he says, giving me a look that immediately puts me on edge. He smiles at me, but there's something off in the way he smiles that makes me think he's less friendly than he seems. "Beer?"
He holds out the plastic cup in his hand.
"No, thanks," I say to creepy guy. Yeah, right. Sure, thanks, I'll take your roofie-laced beer. "What has Colton said exactly?"
"You're the virgin," he says, leering. "He'll tell anyone who will listen about how he's fucking the virgin schoolteacher. Not a virgin anymore. The opposite of that now, with what Colton's been doing to you."
My head is spinning. I feel like I can't breathe. "Colton said that to you?" I ask in disbelief.
"Well, yeah, not just to me," he says. "More like the whole team. In the locker room, mostly. He tells us a lot of stories about you."
"That is not true," I say, shaking my head. "Colton wouldn't do that."
I have to get out of here.
Screw apologizing. I just want to get out of this house before I lose my lunch. Or faint.
"You didn't know?" the guy asks. His eyes travel up the length of my body – he doesn't even bother to hide that – and I feel filthy under his gaze. "Oh, shit. Colton said you were totally cool with him sharing stories. I mean, he usually hooks up with the kinds of girls who don't care about that kind of thing."
"I have to get out of here," I say, more to myself than to him. If this guy says another thing to me about Colton talking about me, I'm going to knee him in the balls.
"Front door is that way," he says, pointing toward the kitchen.
I don't say anything else. I push my way through bodies, weaving and winding through the kitchen and into the living room, fighting back tears and nausea.
Colton would not do that, I tell myself. There is no way. I know him.
Or maybe I don't. Do I really know he's not bragging in the locker room about debauching the virgin?
It takes me a while wandering around before I find Sable, and only because I see Tank first. She waves to me from across the room, and I slowly make my way to her and Tank. "I need to get out of here," I say immediately before they can tell me where Colton is.
"We haven't seen Colton," Sable yells. "Tank said he was sitting outside in a chair all night but you didn't see him out there, did you?"
"No." I feel sick. "I'm going to leave. You can stay if you want."
"I'll go with you," Sable insists.
"Stay, stay," I yell.
I just want to get out of here and go somewhere I can think. I don't want to tell Sable what Colton's teammate said. It's too humiliating.
I wonder if Tank knew. Maybe they're all assholes.
I don't want to think about it right now.
I'm making my way out of the living room when I feel a hand on my shoulder. I whirl around to see Creepy Guy standing behind me. "You're looking for Colt, right?" he yells. "He went up to his room."
I glance upstairs. Do I go up there?
I don't want to see him right now.
"I'd be pissed off," he yells over the noise. "I feel terrible now that I know you didn't know."
I look upstairs again. If I march up there right now and give him a piece of my mind, it's over. Clean break and closure.
Woman up and confront him.
"You sure he went up there?" I yell.
"Yeah, a few minutes ago. Just saw him."
"Thanks." I wade through people to get to the stairs, my thoughts racing. The irony of Colton getting so pissed off at me about my thesis when he was apparently revealing intimate details about our sex life isn't lost on me. I'm furious.
I knock once before turning the knob on his bedroom door and flinging it open.
Standing in the middle of the room is a woman in a beach towel with her back to me. When I open the door, she speaks. "I thought you were never going to get here," she says. "I'm ready for that massive cock of yours."
She spins around and drops the towel.
She's stark naked, all big perky tits and freshly waxed hoo-hah and long legs.
"You're not Colton," she says stupidly.
"No shit," I say. I'm so angry I think my head might actually explode. "Wrong room. Tell Colton I said hi, though."
"Sure!" she says brightly. "But I don't know your name."
"Just tell him his former tutor stopped by to wish him luck," I say bitterly.
"Oh, wow, you get to tutor Colton King? And you make house calls!" she adds enviously.
"Not anymore."
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