“Excuse me?”
“I’m not in the mood for niceties. Did you think hiding Blair in the Storm suite would stop the world from seeing her? One of my teammates texted me. His friend was taking a photo of that Hollywood actress. And look who’s beside her.” He shows me the photo of Hayley and Blair. “At a Storm game. Barely more than a week after we broke up. It’s fucking embarrassing. So much for the breakup not being about you. That cheating—”
“Say another word, and as God is my fucking witness, I will end you. I don’t need much more of an excuse.”
“How many would that be then? Three? Or are there other deaths we don’t know about?” He smirks as his words slice me in half, but I smile through the pain.
“This isn’t about me, asshole. This is about you and Blair. More specifically, the fact that you fucked up her life. She deserved better than a piece of shit like you.”
“So, you’re the one that put that idea in her head.”
“Nope. If she said that to you, it’s all her. But I’m fucking proud of her for figuring it out.”
“Then I’ll repeat, what the fuck do you want?”
“I think you should invite me in. Trust me. You don’t want anyone to overhear what I’m about to say. Or your response.”
“What are you talking about?”
“Let. Me. In.”
“Jesus. Okay. You’re not a fucking vampire. If you’re that desperate, have at it.” Nathan steps aside and my skin burns as I walk past him. It’s definitely not me that’s the vampire. He’s the one that sucks the life out of anyone he comes into contact with.
He points me in the direction of the living room, and I actually laugh when I see the furnishings. “I bet Blairlovedthat couch,” I say sarcastically, and Nathan’s eyes widen.
“She probably told you.”
“She didn’t have to. I know her.”
“Fuck off. Say what you have to say so I can enjoy the rest of my day off. Your jealous rage must be important since you flew all this way to see me.”
“You’re going to wish that’s why I was here. Because what I have to say has nothing to do with jealousy.”
Nathan’s expression twists but it doesn’t bring me the satisfaction it should. “Get to the point,” he seethes and my knuckles ache from how tightly I’m clenching my fists, using all the restraint I have to hold back from knocking him out, before I have answers.
A little part of me knows I might be wrong, and I’m holding on to that knowledge with a tight grasp, but my grip is slipping. “Remember that fucked-up game you played in high school? The one that could send you to prison?”
Nathan’s eyes widen but he’s quick to school his features. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“You don’t? Well, let me remind you.” I step closer, edging him back. “It involved the date rape drug and a handful of unsuspecting girls. Girls who just wanted to feel popular for once in their lives. Ring a bell?”
Nathan’s face pales but he stands a little taller, likely preparing himself to brush off whatever he thinks I’m about to say.
“I bet you thought no one knew,” I continue, studying his reaction. “I bet you thought you’d managed to get away with that fucked-up part of your life. Just because no one reported you. You were wrong.”
“You’rewrong. Like I said, I don’t know what you’re talking about.” He shrugs and that little gesture pushes me over the edge. I move closer still and he shuffles back again, bumping into the wall behind him.
“Are you really going to deny it, fucker?”
“I don’t—”
“Cut the bullshit. It’s just you and me here. Man up for once; admit you did something wrong.”
“You’re delusional. Whatever proof you think you have—”
“My proof is Blair.”
“What?” Nathan recoils, his expression morphing to one of shock, and I have to admit his response appears genuine.
