Garrett sighed. His grip softened a little, and his fingers began tickling the inside of Emma’s palm. “Sutton, what did I do to deserve this? This summer was amazing—I know you thought so, too. You did nothing all summer but beg and beg and beg me to sleep with you, and the day I want to, you freak. Did I wait too long? Had you already moved on? Is that why you dumped me?”

“Excuse me?” Emma straightened up. “I believe you were the one who dumped me. You were the one who said we were done, remember?”

Garrett scoffed. “Not calling me for three days after rejecting me when I was naked sends a pretty strong message, Sutton. Dating someone else does, too.”

Emma smacked a palm to her side. “What about you and Nisha? Love your twin Viking costumes, by the way. You two make a cute couple.”

“Please. I only brought her here to make you jealous.”

“Too bad,” Emma snarled. “It’s obvious Nisha’s crazy about you.”

“Unlike you?” Garrett placed his rough, cold hands on the sides of Emma’s face.

Emma swiped them away. “Cut it out, Garrett.”

“Don’t you feel anything for me? You have to feel something, Sutton.” He rested a hand on her shoulder. “Don’t you miss what we had?”

Emma let out a breath. “I’m sorry. I don’t feel anything anymore.”

Garrett stepped back and appraised Emma, shaking his head slowly as if seeing her for the first time. “So is this all a game to you? Were you stringing me along the whole time? Was it because of Charlotte? Because you had to have everything she had?”

“No! Do you really think I’m that big of a bitch?”

“Then did you do it just because you could?” Garrett went on, his face close to Emma’s. His breath was making her dizzy. “Just like what you did to Thayer.”

Thayer’s name ripped through Emma like a knife. “I +wdon’t know what you mean . . .” she started, choosing her words carefully. “What exactly do you think I did to Thayer?”

Garrett snickered. “You are so in denial, Sutton! Everyone saw that fight between you guys just before he left. He loved you. He would’ve done anything for you. But you stomped on his heart. Just like you stomped on mine. You made him run away. He’s lucky, though, because unlike me, at least he never has to see you again.”

Emma’s mouth dropped open. But before she could ask anything more, Garrett opened the door to the supply closet, leaving Emma alone with gymnastics mats and a barrel full of baseball bats. His words hung heavy in the room, almost palpable. He would’ve done anything for you. But you stomped on his heart. You made him run away.