Gamed (A Standalone Romance Novel) (Bad Boy Romance) by Claire Adams
Authors: Claire Adams
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perfect sense. He hates me. He has connections in
the police force, and he'd be able to get a search warrant," I said.
"As much as I
could see how that might be true, I think my father has other things on his
mind than setting you up," she said. She nudged me with her elbow. "He
never forced you and Sienna apart. He just hoped you'd drift apart
naturally."
"Yeah, well,
he got his wish," I said.
Quinn looked up at
me, her chocolate brown eyes wide in the dark. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that
Sienna and I drifted apart. You know it’s true, Quinn. It was happening all
along, but when she left for UCLA it was real."
"Every couple
goes through ups and downs," Quinn said. She inched away from me. "Long
distance is hard."
"But it
wasn't that," I said. The whole story was on the tip of my tongue. I
wanted to pull her back against me and confess it all.
"Sienna was really
busy at school, that's all. I barely saw her. She loved you, anyway,"
Quinn said.
"Sienna loved
the idea of me. The real me was a project that never quite fit her standards."
"No. When
you're dating someone, you just want them to love everything you love. That's
how it is with me and Trent."
"Wait,"
I said. My hands turned to ice. "Who's Trent?"
"My
boyfriend," Quinn said.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Quinn
I woke up in the morning and realized just how little sleep I had gotten. Owen
had left the parking lot of the Calico Basin Trail shortly after he arrived. The
only problem was his words echoed through my head all night.
He
and Sienna had drifted apart?
I knew he was
telling the truth, I just could not believe he was telling me. There was something
so serious in his tone. I knew there was more to it, but I panicked. After so
many years of desiring Owen from afar, I was completely terrified by how close
and available he was sitting there next to me on the hood of my car.
I worried he was
clearing the path and he needed to know there were other big obstacles. I had
started dating Trent three months back and had never mentioned it before.
I rolled out of
bed and grabbed my phone.
"Hi, sweetie.
I was wondering when I was going to hear from you," Trent said.
"Hear from
me? You were supposed to be here for the funeral," I said.
"Whoa, so
we're going to jump right into that, huh? Quinn, honey, don't be mad…"
"Trent, you
missed my sister's funeral. I needed you here," I told him.
"Not really
time to meet the parents and do that whole show. I thought I was doing you a
favor," Trent said.
I could hear him
put a hand over the phone and whisper to someone. "I thought you said you
didn't care about them. You were going to come to support me." I felt too
tired to have the conversation, but it was too late.
Trent was
exhausting. The constant upbeat pace of his personality was what first
attracted me to him. He was 5' 9", lanky with dyed white hair cut short. He
stood out and was always the center of attention. So when he noticed me, I was
swept into his life. At first, I was happy to be along for the ride. Trent was
funny, knew everybody on campus, and was the king of the perfectly timed compliment.
He was just the person to pull me from my shell at college. But lately, I was
realizing how much he drained my energy.
Trent was not a
cuddle on the couch and play video games kind of guy.
"I do support
you, baby. And I thought I was doing you a favor by staying here. You should
have seen me, killing rumors about your sister at this big campus party,"
Trent said.
"You went to
a party?"
"Oh, you know
me, it was just some get-together until I got a hold of this sweet set of
speakers," Trent laughed then cut himself short. "So, tell me about
the ceremony."
"There was a
visitation here at the house and then the interment at the cemetery. It was
awful. My parents were awful. All the people remembering the saintly side of
Sienna were awful. Her whole high school class showed up."
"Ugh. I can
imagine. Every
the police force, and he'd be able to get a search warrant," I said.
"As much as I
could see how that might be true, I think my father has other things on his
mind than setting you up," she said. She nudged me with her elbow. "He
never forced you and Sienna apart. He just hoped you'd drift apart
naturally."
"Yeah, well,
he got his wish," I said.
Quinn looked up at
me, her chocolate brown eyes wide in the dark. "What do you mean?"
"I mean that
Sienna and I drifted apart. You know it’s true, Quinn. It was happening all
along, but when she left for UCLA it was real."
"Every couple
goes through ups and downs," Quinn said. She inched away from me. "Long
distance is hard."
"But it
wasn't that," I said. The whole story was on the tip of my tongue. I
wanted to pull her back against me and confess it all.
"Sienna was really
busy at school, that's all. I barely saw her. She loved you, anyway,"
Quinn said.
"Sienna loved
the idea of me. The real me was a project that never quite fit her standards."
"No. When
you're dating someone, you just want them to love everything you love. That's
how it is with me and Trent."
"Wait,"
I said. My hands turned to ice. "Who's Trent?"
"My
boyfriend," Quinn said.
CHAPTER
FIVE
Quinn
I woke up in the morning and realized just how little sleep I had gotten. Owen
had left the parking lot of the Calico Basin Trail shortly after he arrived. The
only problem was his words echoed through my head all night.
He
and Sienna had drifted apart?
I knew he was
telling the truth, I just could not believe he was telling me. There was something
so serious in his tone. I knew there was more to it, but I panicked. After so
many years of desiring Owen from afar, I was completely terrified by how close
and available he was sitting there next to me on the hood of my car.
I worried he was
clearing the path and he needed to know there were other big obstacles. I had
started dating Trent three months back and had never mentioned it before.
I rolled out of
bed and grabbed my phone.
"Hi, sweetie.
I was wondering when I was going to hear from you," Trent said.
"Hear from
me? You were supposed to be here for the funeral," I said.
"Whoa, so
we're going to jump right into that, huh? Quinn, honey, don't be mad…"
"Trent, you
missed my sister's funeral. I needed you here," I told him.
"Not really
time to meet the parents and do that whole show. I thought I was doing you a
favor," Trent said.
I could hear him
put a hand over the phone and whisper to someone. "I thought you said you
didn't care about them. You were going to come to support me." I felt too
tired to have the conversation, but it was too late.
Trent was
exhausting. The constant upbeat pace of his personality was what first
attracted me to him. He was 5' 9", lanky with dyed white hair cut short. He
stood out and was always the center of attention. So when he noticed me, I was
swept into his life. At first, I was happy to be along for the ride. Trent was
funny, knew everybody on campus, and was the king of the perfectly timed compliment.
He was just the person to pull me from my shell at college. But lately, I was
realizing how much he drained my energy.
Trent was not a
cuddle on the couch and play video games kind of guy.
"I do support
you, baby. And I thought I was doing you a favor by staying here. You should
have seen me, killing rumors about your sister at this big campus party,"
Trent said.
"You went to
a party?"
"Oh, you know
me, it was just some get-together until I got a hold of this sweet set of
speakers," Trent laughed then cut himself short. "So, tell me about
the ceremony."
"There was a
visitation here at the house and then the interment at the cemetery. It was
awful. My parents were awful. All the people remembering the saintly side of
Sienna were awful. Her whole high school class showed up."
"Ugh. I can
imagine. Every
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