I spoke over him, “If you say that’s none of our business, you ain’t in our crew.”

He shot me a dark look but didn’t retort.

Now I felt like I could sit, so I did, and I enjoyed it. Deflection, successful. Though, I knew I wouldn’t be able to do that in bed tonight. Cross had a look. He was determined, and I knew I couldn’t be a hypocrite. I’d be spilling my guts to the other two later.

Zellman and Jordan shared a look.

“You first, dude. Your shit is more recent. Not much to say about mine except dealing with my stupid ‘feelings.’” Jordan glared at him. “Thanks.”

Zellman smirked. “No problem. Always here for you.”

Still glaring, Jordan sighed. His head lowered even farther. “Fine.”

This was momentous. This was big. This had never been done before. Jordan actually letting us in concerning him and Tabatha. It wasn’t that he meant to not share. It was more that Jordan usually didn’t realize what he was feeling himself until later, and even then, half the time he was surprised. So, him feeling things and him sharing those feelings was huge. I shared a look with Cross. We both knew this was a moment to respect.

He shifted back, propping a shoulder against the wall by the door, facing toward Jordan. His arms lowered, one hand going into his pocket. His head lowered a little. All eyes were on Jordan, waiting.

“Okay.” His eyes closed a second. “She cheated on me.”

A bomb was dropped.

“What?” I couldn’t—really?

“You fucking with us?” Zellman shot to his feet.

Jordan shook his head, looking around the room. Pain was etched over his face. “Yeah. There was a frat party the night after our documentary thing. And she cheated.”

“Who told you?” Unlike Zellman and me, Cross’ tone was quiet. Calm. Eerily calm.

Jordan snorted, leaning back against the chair. His hand came up in a helpless motion. “Allen.”

I had to groan inwardly at that. Zeke Allen. Again.

“You sure?”

Jordan nodded slowly. “Yeah. Allen told me he saw Tabatha hooking up with a guy there, I guess he’s in Zeke’s fraternity. I asked Blaise about it. He said he was there, and he saw it, too. Said it definitely happened earlier in the night because he took off halfway through the party.”

Blaise was known for being honest, brutally honest. He wouldn’t lie. Especially not about that.

“I’m sorry, Jordan.”

He looked at me, nodding again. The pain flared brighter. “Yeah. I confronted her about it, said I had two people backing it up, and she rolled over. Started crying. Then said it was my fault. All of it was my fault because she feels you guys don’t like her.”

Okay. Now I was pissed.