“Okay, okay.” He drew up next to me, lowering his voice. “Zeke texted me. Harper’s back and called a house meeting. Zeke’s worried about what’s going to go down there.”

I drew up short. All kinds of alarms were starting to sound in my head. “I told him not to talk.”

“Guess he stopped caring?”

With everything going on with Bren and her job, Harper had somewhat slipped my mind.

Blaise asked, keeping his voice low, “Anything new from the dad front?”

I shook my head. “No, and if there was, Channing would’ve called.”

“So what are you thinking?”

What was I thinking? Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

I started walking forward.

“Hey.” Blaise darted to keep up with me. “Are you going to the frat house right now?”

I threw him a frown. “Why would I do that?”

“Why?” he scoffed at the same time a couple girls waved at him, saying hi. He ignored them. “Because your girl beat the shit out of him for your other friend because of his girl. Are you following the dots? You guys are involved.”

“We’re not involved.”

“How do you figure?”

I stopped and let out a breath. “He called a frat meeting. I have nothing to do with his fraternity. Zeke does, so that means you do. I draw the line there. I can barely stand you, but no fucking way am I wading in to help Zeke. No matter what bullshit loyalty he has to you or you have to him, he’s been a pain in my ass and Bren’s ass since before you arrived in town. So, yeah. I don’t give a shit. You go to the frat meeting and do whatever you want.”

I took off, hearing him bite out a growl behind me.

I kept going. I meant what I said.

“I want him out of that house.”

I didn’t stop, saying over my shoulder, “I don’t care!”

“He’s going to be a problem for Zeke if he stays.”

Aaand again, “I really don’t care!”

“Agh! Fine! What do you want?”

I stopped walking, and turned back, my eyebrow cocked up. “Say again?”

“What do you want?”

“Want?”

“Yeah. What do you want?”

I frowned. “Why are you up my ass to do this? What do you think we can do to help with this?”

Blaise frowned at me, his head cocked to the side. He seemed to be thinking, then he held a finger up. “You’re right. I’m thinking of this all in the wrong way. Thank you.” He flashed me a smile before backing away. “Oh, hey. You coming to my soccer game?”

“You play today?”

He dipped his head down. “Seven.”

This was another annoying fact about him. He was fun to watch. Even Bren enjoyed going to the games.