Best Served Cold

by Kandle, Tawdra

  “Oh, thanks. That’s nice of you.” I lay my hand on his arm and fluttered my eyes. “How do you all know Giff?”

  They exchanged looks around the table. “Uh, just around. Kent went to high school with him and—you know, Bailey.”

  “Yeah, Giff was on the football team back then.” Marcus spoke around the huge stuffed taco he was cramming into his mouth.

  “You’re kidding.” Ava had been quiet until now. “I didn’t know that.”

  “Yeah, he’d played since he was a kid. He can move, you know. He got hurt when we were sophomores, and then after that he went into being the kicker. Got a decent leg.”

  “So why doesn’t he play now?” I turned to Kent, trying to keep it all even and fair around the table.

  “College ball is a lot different than high school. Way more competition, and I don’t think he even went out for it here.”

  “The things you learn,” Ava murmured, and I nodded. I never could have imagined our tall and thin friend hitting guys like this on the football field.

  “How about you?” Phil broke apart a roll and ripped off one healthy chunk. “Do you play any sports?”

  “Nope.” I shook my head. “Not my thing. I like to watch, though.”

  That elicited hoots of male laughter, and I shook my head. Boys.

  “I mean, I like to watch football. And baseball. And even soccer. When I was a freshman, I covered the soccer team for the college paper.”

  “Really?” Marcus looked interested. “So you’re like a writer?”

  “Yeah, I’m like a journalist.” I winked at him. “Or at least a journalism student. And I write for the school newspaper, too.”

  “Tell me something you’ve written recently. Maybe I read it. I check out the newspaper now and then.” Kent looked at me, expectation in his eyes.

  “Hmmm...well, a few weeks ago, I did a feature on how social media is changing our campus. It was part of a series.”

  “Hey, I think I read that.” Phil nodded. “You said people were staying in their dorms more, not hanging at the SU so much. Right?”

  “That was part of it.” I laid down my fork and glanced across the table. Ava’s eyes were tracking something—or someone behind me. She looked over at me and gave a barely perceptible nod. Liam was there.

  I took a deep breath. Time to step up my game. But before I could say anything or try to get my flirt on, Marcus spoke.

  “Yeah, social media. Like Facebook and shit, right? My roommate was telling me about this web thing, like, a page or something? A website? They want girls to go on there and bitch about how guys screwed them over.” He shook his head. “Stupid crap. So all the girls are going to get themselves real worked up over, you know, like, life. It is what it is, man.”

  An odd mix of anger and interest ignited behind my eyes. “You think it’s stupid? Have you read it?”

  “Nah, and I’m not gonna, either. Waste of my time.”

  “Hey, dude.” Phil caught his eye and shook his head. “Drop it.”

  “I’m just saying.” Marcus leaned forward. “If guys did the same thing, talking about how girls treated us, they’d be moaning all over the place.”

  “Well, tell me about it.” I pasted on a smile. “What has a girl ever done to you? Has she lied to you about who she was sleeping with, beside you? Pretended she loved you, then you found out she was with someone else?” I dropped the smile and pierced him with a stare. “Told you she was breaking up with you in front of a huge group of your friends?”

  To my surprise, Marcus didn’t back down. “Yeah. To all of that. You want to hear the down-and-dirty? I was in high school. First girl I ever—dated. She told me I was her first, and then she told me we were having a baby. I was like, man. I had this scholarship, I was going to play ball, but then I was having a baby? I went crazy, but I didn’t let her down. I made plans, how we could get married, I could still come to school. Had it all worked out. So on Valentines’ Day, I had a party, invited all our friends, and in front of everyone, I proposed. Down on one knee, the whole thing.

  “And you know what she did? She laughed at me. Said the baby wasn’t mine, I was her back-up plan, and the real daddy had stepped up. She was playing me to see how much I’d do for her, in case the other guy didn’t man up. So, yeah. I know all about that. And you don’t see me bitching on some Facebook page about it, either.”

  Marcus stood up, pushed back his chair and stalked away. I closed my eyes and swallowed hard, feeling small and stupid.

  “Hey.” Phil patted my arm. “Don’t feel bad. You couldn’t know.”

  “Maybe not, but I assumed. Sometimes...” I shook my head and stood up. “I need to go talk to him.”

  “Jules.” Ava caught my arm. “Are you sure?” Her eyes darted to a table behind me.

  “Yeah, I’m sure. I’ll be back.” I gave her a half-smile and wove through the tables, following the same path Marcus had taken.

  He was still outside the dining hall, standing just beyond the doors. It was fully dark now, but the lights from the building glinted off his blond buzz cut. I took a deep breath and approached him.

  “Hey, Marcus.” I touched his arm. “I am really, really sorry. I didn’t mean—no. I did. I just didn’t think. I got all wrapped up in my own drama, and sometimes I forget I’m not the only one who’s been hurt. And even that girls aren’t the only victims out there.”

  “It’s fine.” He spoke through his teeth, and I knew it wasn’t fine at all.

  “It isn’t. I mean, I don’t know you. Not at all. But from what I saw tonight, I’d have to say, that girl was an idiot. I don’t know why women act that way, any more than I know why guys do it. It just sucks.”

  “Yeah.” He spared me a glance. “I know what Bailey did to you. I heard about it. You’re right, it sucks.” He set his mouth in a firm line. “That’s why I told Giff I’d help tonight, you know? Because I know what it feels like. I thought, why not help out someone who’s been where I was?”

  My stomach plummeted. “That makes me feel even worse. Here you and the other guys are doing me a favor, and I baited you. I’m sorry.” I could only repeat the same words. Nothing I could say would take away what I’d done. Unless...

  “Marcus, can I tell you something? Can you keep a secret?”

  He cocked a brow at me, and I took that as assent. “The thing is, why I got all defensive about that website...it’s my site. My idea. Well, mine and another girl’s. It’s part of an assignment for a class. And we were trying to let girls tell their stories about boyfriends behaving badly, but maybe our focus was too narrow.”

  Marcus nodded. “Okay.”

  “So maybe—could we tell your story on the site? Just as a look at the other side of the coin? And we’ll widen our scope. I’ll keep it all confidential, but we’ll open up the site to boys’ stories, too.”

  “I don’t know. No one knows about me. I lived in South Carolina, and nobody else from my high school is here. Only the guys know.” He pointed to the dining hall. “And only because I told them one night when I was wasted.” He stretched back, looking up into the clear starry sky. “You’d make sure it couldn’t come back to me? No one could figure it out?”

  I nodded. “Absolutely. I’ll change details. Make it general. But maybe it would help someone else to know he’s not alone.”

  He was silent for a few minutes, and then finally he met my eyes. “All right. Let’s do it. But I’m telling you, if anyone finds out it’s me, I’m coming for you.” He pointed one finger in my face, but the crinkling of his eyes took some of the heat of his words.

  “You got it. I’m going back inside before I freeze to death. You coming?”

  He shrugged. “Yeah, I still need dessert, right?”

  We walked back into the dining hall, and as we cleared the food service section, Marcus slung one muscled arm around my shoulders and pulled me close. He leaned down to whisper into my ear.

  “Bailey’s over there, and his eyes are ab
out bugging out his head. Want me to plant a wet one on you, right on the lips? Really give him something to wonder about?”

  I giggled, raising my shoulder. Marcus’ breath tickled my neck. “Thanks for the offer, but I think I’ve caused you enough angst for one night.”

  He moved his hand to close around my neck as we stopped at our table. “Aw, c’mon, sweetheart, just a little sugar.”

  With a twinkle in his eye, he leaned down and covered my mouth. It was more a sham kiss—his lips stayed closed—but it took me by surprise, and I imagined that from Liam’s point of view, behind us, it looked a lot more involved than it was.

  I gave Marcus a playful shove and dropped back into my seat. “Listen, you guys, thanks for doing this. I don’t know how Giff gets people to help him out, but I do appreciate it. You’re all really good sports.”

  Kent shrugged. “I have a little sister, and some dude hurt her like that, too. I want to mess up his face, but I can’t, or I’d lose my place on the team. So this lets me feel like I’m doing something, you know?”

  I smiled. “Yeah, I do. Thanks.”

  Phil laughed. “I just did it ‘cause Giff makes me laugh. He’s a good friend. Why the hell not? Just have dinner with two hot chicks?” He leered toward me. “Not really a hardship.”

  I covered his hand with mine. “Still, I’m grateful.” I looked over to Ava. “Are you finished? Ready to go?”

  “Hey, we eat with girls, we leave with them, too. C’mon, let’s go.” They all stood with us, and Kent grabbed for my hand, imprisoning it in his huge grip.

  I didn’t look toward where I assumed Liam was sitting; I just headed for the exit with my massive bodyguards.

  Once we got back to our room, I pulled out my phone and opened my text messages.

  Okay. Yes. What time tomorrow night?

  Dr. Lamott, who taught my last class on Fridays, had a tendency to run late, and I was anxious to get to my car and head for work once he finally dismissed us. Focused on that goal, I almost didn’t see my ex-boyfriend as he stepped into my path.

  “Julia.”

  I careened to a halt, and the girl walking too close behind me smashed into my back. She favored me with a scowl and a muttered expletive.

  Glancing up at Liam’s face, I made to step around him, assuming he hadn’t actually meant to make me almost trip. But he shot out an arm and stopped me.

  “Julia, please. I just want to talk to you for a minute.”

  I blew out a breath. A cold front had moved in the night before, ending our one day of near-spring, and the last thing I wanted to do was linger in the frigid air and shoot the bull with Liam Bailey.

  “I’m late.” I blurted out and then cringed. I wanted to be smooth and scornful, but instead I sounded ridiculous.

  “For what? Your next class?” Liam dropped my arm and stuck his hands into the pockets of his coat.

  “No, for work. I need to be at Dr. Fleming’s house in twenty minutes. My last class ran long.” I sidestepped off the path. “So I’ll have to catch you later.”

  “Wait a second, I’ll walk with you.” He fell into step with me, and I rolled my eyes. All I had wanted out of this day was the chance to get through it and focus on my upcoming date with Jesse. I didn’t plan to think about Liam all day. But here he was.

  “What do you want, Liam?” This time I was able to affect disinterest and impatience, and I smiled a little in self-congratulation.

  “I just wanted to talk to you. I know I don’t have any right--”

  “No, you don’t. That’s one thing we’ll agree on.”

  His jaw tightened, and I recognized the expression of discomfort. Good.

  “Julia, I’m worried about you. I haven’t seen you around for a while, and then--”

  “Oh, geez, let me think, why haven’t you seen me around for a while? Seems like I used to see you quite a bit. Oh, that’s right. You were my boyfriend. And you broke up with me. And didn’t tell me. Until you had your arm down some slut’s shirt, groping her in front of all of our friends. Yeah, it’s coming back to me now.”

  Giff and I hadn’t ever discussed how I was supposed to act if I came face-to-face with Liam, but it turned out that didn’t matter. I was handling this fine on my own, and it was exhilarating.

  Liam grabbed my arm and stopped, pulling me off the walkway. “Can’t we get past this? I get it. I was a dick, you hate me.”

  I jerked my arm back. “First, don’t use the past tense. From my point of view, you’re still a dick. And get past it? Wow, Liam, I must have missed all your messages of apology. All the times you came by my room to explain? I guess I wasn’t home.”

  He looked at the ground. “Fine, let it all out. Tell me how much I suck.”

  I stamped my foot in frustration. “God, Liam! You don’t get it, and you never have. You’re trying to make me sound unreasonable, but guess what, buddy? This one’s all you. And yeah, you suck, but not even because you’re a dick. It’s because you’re a coward. You weren’t man enough to come to me and say what you wanted.”

  I turned and made it two steps before he caught my hand and pulled me back.

  I looked up with narrowed eyes.

  “Don’t touch me. Ever.” Anger boiled very near the surface.

  Liam ignored me and snaked an arm around my back, over my bulky coat. “As I remember, that’s not what you used to say. As a matter of fact, you used to beg me to--”

  I shoved my elbow deep into his side, and Liam bent over with an oomph of air. I leaned just close enough for him to hear me.

  “You’re a pig, Liam, and I don’t know what I ever saw in you.”

  I stalked up the rest of the path to the car, threw my bag into the passenger seat, climbed in and locked the doors, just in case Liam decided to follow me. I had to force myself to keep to the speed limit until I hit the open country roads. Then I let loose, rolling over hills and around curves.

  My phone buzzed as I turned into the Flemings’ driveway. I checked it once I was parked.

  Are we still on for 6:15? I have class until 6, will just come right to dorm.

  I smiled. That was exactly what I needed: a reminder that not all guys were Liam Bailey. I texted back quickly before I went into the house.

  Yes, sounds good. See you then. Just got to your house.

  Don’t let the rugrat wear u out. Looking forward to tonight.

  I hugged that little tidbit to me for the rest of the afternoon. He was looking forward to seeing me.

  “Does the green look too much?”

  I turned around from the mirror, holding a shirt in front of me. It was a deep green, with a low scoop neck and flowing sleeves. On the hanger it didn’t look like much, but when I put it over my head, it clung and draped just right.

  “Too much what?” Ava tilted her head, looking the outfit.

  “You know, too much...like, too dressy for the movies.”

  “It’s a date, Jules. You want to look pretty. Go for it.”

  I dropped the shirt over my head, pulled my hair out of the neck and studied my image again. Not bad. I’d made the effort to curl my usually-straight brown hair, and it looked good lying on the green of the shirt.

  Next I debated between boots and my simple little black ballet flats and opted for the flats. There wasn’t any snow on the ground, and they just looked better.

  “Okay, I’m ready.” I held out my arms and stood before Ava. “How do I look?”

  “Breathtaking.” She grinned. “Seriously, you look awesome. Go have a good time. Is Jesse coming up here?”

  “He’s coming to the dorm, but I think I’ll go down and meet him.”

  She arched one eyebrow. “Really? What, are you ashamed of me?”

  I laughed. “Of course not, silly. You can come down with me if you want. I just don’t want him to have to brave the Friday night freshmen.” The girls in our dorm tended toward craziness on weekends, and sometimes it just wasn’t pretty.

  “I think I’ll pass.
If I go out there, someone who’s having a crisis will find me and need nurturing. If I stay in here, there’s a better chance the crisis will pass before she can track me down.”

  “Hope springs eternal.” I shrugged into my coat. “Well, wish me luck.”

  “You don’t need luck. Just relax and enjoy yourself.” Ava gave me a quick hug. “And text me at some point, so I know he hasn’t taken you to the woods to be his love slave.”

  “Please!” I rolled my eyes and opened the door, jumping back in surprise when I saw Liam standing on the other side.

  “We need a peephole in this door so we don’t open it to just anyone,” I muttered to Ava. She looked back at me with wide eyes.

  I attempted to step around Liam. “Excuse me, I need to leave.”

  “Where are you going?” His voice was tinged with surprise, which just pissed me off even more.

  “Out.”

  “Where?”

  “None of your business.”

  “She has a date.” We both turned to stare at Ava. She stood in the middle of the room, arms folded over her chest.

  “That’s right.” I smiled and shimmied past Liam. “And I don’t want to keep him waiting.”

  “Which one of your new men are you seeing tonight? Do you know what everyone is saying about you? Or don’t you care?”

  Without turning around, I bit my lip, counted to ten under my breath and took a deep breath before I spoke.

  “I thought I made it pretty clear this afternoon, I’m not your business anymore, Liam. If I want to bang the whole football team, I will. So, good night, and don’t let the door hit you in the ass on the way out.”

  “But I wanted to talk with you. This afternoon--”

  “Should have told you everything you wanted to know. Leave me alone, Liam. Please.”

  “How about this, Liam.” Ava had moved closer to the door, but the look of determination on her face hadn’t faded. “You tell me what you have to say to Jules, and I’ll decide if it’s worth her time. If it is, you can talk to her later, when she’s ready.” Over his shoulder, she caught my eye and mouthed Go.