Brandon's POV
I had no idea how long I sat there staring at the glow of my phone, my thumb hovering over the screen like I could figure things out if I pressed hard enough. Jason's message still burned in my head: She's with Pete.
Casey. At some club.
And with Pete of all people.
Not that I cared. Not that I should care. For all I knew, she was trying to get a reaction out of me. She's good at that—always has been. Full of drama, like her entire life was a stage and she was the lead actress who couldn't stand it when someone else got the spotlight.
She hated girls coming close to me, yet here she was with Pete. PETE.
My jaw clenched as I thought about it. Why would Jason even type that out to me? Did I ask? I almost laughed to myself. Nope, I didn't. But Jason's the kind of guy who'd stir the pot just to see what happens.
For a second, my mind drifted. Should I be worried? Was Pete just a drink buddy, or… more?
I shook my head. No. I wasn't going down that road.
