She lifts her chin and glares.
“And who are you?” she says, her tone changes as her eyes travel up and down my body.
Really?
“I’m a friend of Kat’s.”
She wrinkles her nose as if I’ve just dumped rubbish all over the floor. She turns to Kat.
“I want you out,” she spits. “By the end of the day tomorrow.”
“Not a problem,” Kat says, turning around and heading towards the stairs.
“And don’t think I’ll be refunding your rent,” she shouts after her.
I stop and turn around.
“You might want to rethink that. Legally, she’s done nothing wrong.”
She stamps her foot like a spoiled little princess, and I grin.
I turn and follow Kat up the stairs.
I enter Kat’s room and find her on the bed with her head in her hands.
“Hey,” I say quietly. “You okay?”
She looks up, squares her shoulders before inhaling deeply. The smile she plasters on her face makes me want to storm downstairs and tell those bitches exactly what I think.
“I’m fine, Jax. It’s been a long time coming. It’s been a mismatch since the beginning. I thought moving in here…”
She stops, and I think back to what she said earlier.
“Hey, you can always crash at ours.”
She raises an eyebrow.
“No offence, but your apartment needs a health warning attached.”
I grimace.
She’s not wrong. I’ve been onto Elijah and Zach about cleaning up their shit, but neither is particularly bothered.
Someone crashes into the door with a loud bang.
Kat jumps.
I look around her room. It’s pretty sparse. She hasn’t got many personal items. A few books, some fairy lights and her computer. The TV is attached to the wall, so I’m taking it’s part of the room.
I wrap an arm around Kat’s shoulder and pull her into my side. She comes willingly. I inhale her scent, resting my head on top of hers.
“We’ll get onto the letting agents in the morning,” I say.
It’s not like rent is an issue.
“It’s okay,” Kat says. “Rach just messaged to say one of their roommates has dropped out. The room is small, but it’s mine if I want it.”
“You sure?”
