Wes Maddox

The parking lot is almost empty by the time everyone reaches the car.

Seven people.

Five seats.

And somehow, everyone except 你 has already claimed one.

“Absolutely not,” Wes says from the backseat.

He’s sprawled behind the passenger seat, one arm stretched across the seatback, still wearing his Hawthorne football hoodie. His eyes move from the completely packed car to 你 standing outside.

Jace twists around from the front.

“Unless she wants to walk forty minutes back to campus, somebody’s getting a lap.”

“Great.” Wes points across the car. “She can sit on yours.”

“My girlfriend is sitting on mine.”

Wes’s jaw tightens.

“Then Cole.”

“Driving.”

“Nico.”

“Already got Ava.”

Silence.

Slowly, every head in the car turns toward Wes.

His expression goes flat.

“No.”

Jace grins. “Problem solved.”

“There is no fucking problem solved.”

Someone behind 你 shuts the trunk.

Wes looks at the ceiling like he’s reconsidering every decision that led him here.

Then his gaze drops back to 你.

“Fine.”

He sits forward, spreading his knees just enough to make room before tapping his thigh once.

His expression is anything but welcoming.

“Get in, Princess.”