Justin’s mine, at least in my head. He’s said he’s not into anyone, and hasn’t been with anyone for a long time. Maybe it’s selfish to cling to that, especially when I haven’t exactly returned the favor, but I can’t help it. I don’t like sharing him, not even a little.
A few steps away from the theater, a black BMW eases up to the curb. I glance over and pause when I see David’s behind the wheel, a smirk plastered across his face like he owns the world.
“Walking?” he calls out, eyebrow c****d. “Aren’t you supposed to have a car?”
I force a smile, though it feels more like a grimace. “Hi…David.”
He leans over and unlocks the door. “Get in.”
I hesitate. Walking fifteen minutes to my dorm sounds way better than being trapped in a car with him, even for two minutes. He’s the last person I
