Page 65 of Love Hate

“We were afraid we weren’t going to see you,” Mom said, standing stiffly next to my dad, not even bothering to challenge my lie even though she knew I’d never played sports of any kind. “Caitlyn said you’re very busy with your seminary studies.”

“I am,” I agreed. “Very busy.”

No hugs. No handshakes. Not a word from my father yet…yeah, so far it was a typical family reunion.

“Andy!”

Fan-fucking-tastic.

“Who’s that bellowing at you?” Father asked.

“Trevor Hix,” I said as he walked up next to me, his parents joining us as well. “Trevor, these are my parents, Carol and Bob.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Trevor said, reaching out to shake their hands. “These are my parents. Mom and Dad.”

“Brenda,” his mom said, laughing as she reached out to shake hands with my parents as well. “And my husband Todd.”

“Lovely to meet you,” Mom said, her forced smile plastered on her face. “Caitlyn was just about to show us the chapel. If you’ll excuse us.”

I stood with Trevor as my parents walked away with my sister and I watched them go, not even remotely interested in joining them.

“Caitlyn is showing them the chapel?” Trevor asked, his brow furrowing as he looked at me. “You spend more time there than anyone on campus.”

“Leave it,” I said through my teeth. “Mr. and Mrs. Hix, are you enjoying your visit?”

I did not want to get into my dysfunctional family unit with him. Especially not in front of his parents, who were apparently the fucking Cleavers.

Damn, Trevor really did just have everything, didn’t he? The looks, the talent, the family…the ass.

If I didn’t like him so damned much now, I’d probably still hate him.

Chapter Thirty-One

~Trevor~

“I’m going to head back to the apartment,” Andy said suddenly. “I’ll catch up with you later?”

“No, Andy, come on,” I begged.

“Trevor,” Mom said softly. “Let the boy go.”

“Never,” I mouthed at him before grinning. “Okay, fine. Be a stick in the mud.”

“Thank you,” he said. “I will.” He turned to my parents and held out his hand. “Lovely to meet you both.”

I watched as he walked away, his hands in his pockets and his head down.

“I’m glad you two are finally friends,” Dad said. “He’s a good influence on you.”

“Yeah,” I agreed. “He’s the only reason I’m passing Lit.” I turned and looked at him again. He seemed so…defeated. “Can you excuse me for a minute?”

I ran after Andy, catching up to him on the other side of the quad.

“Hey,” I said, grabbing his arm and pulling him to a stop. “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” he answered, surprise in his tone. “Why?”

“I don’t know,” I said. “You just seem…upset.”