Xavier: I’ve done far worse.
Delilah: Why does that not surprise me?
Xavier: Who are you with?
Delilah: None of your business.
Xavier: Answer the fucking question.
Xavier: Delilah Scott, I asked you a question.
Delilah: I’m with Ben.
Xavier: Where are you?
Delilah: In his room at the fraternity.
Xavier: Fucking Christ.
Delilah: We’re just hanging out. I already told you it’s not like that.
Xavier: And I already told you, Benjamin wants to fuck you. If he touches you, I’ll kill him, and it’ll be your fault.
Delilah: Are you serious?
Xavier: Does it sound like I’m fucking around?
Delilah: I swear if you do anything to him...
Xavier: You’ll what, Delilah?
Delilah: ??????
Xavier: I'll give you a moment to enjoy that, but when I get back, you’re going to learn exactly what happens when you don’t listen to me.
Delilah: Can’t fucking wait.
Alcohol is my new best friend.
My blood hums merrily underneath my skin as Ben walks me back to Xavier’s room. I cling to his arm after nearly tripping, and my foster brother exhales.
“You’re worse than a lightweight, Lilah.”
My hazy vision makes everything slightly off-kilter, like I’m in a hall of mirrors where every image is distorted. But it’s amusing, not disconcerting. I think I like being drunk.
Ben scoffs. “You might like the way you feel right now, but in the morning, you’re going to hate yourself. And me.”
I blink up at him. “Are you a mind reader now?”
“No, you’re mumbling to yourself.”
“Ohhh. That makes sense.”
“You’re going straight to bed,” he says.
“Why can’t I stay with you?”
Ben shakes his head emphatically, the movement making my head spin. “X would fucking kill me if you slept in my room,” he says. “I already know he’s going to be pissed when he finds out that you’re drunk, but I’m not stupid enough to push him off the edge.”
