She jerks back so hard her phone flies out of her hand, clattering to the floor. "You're a menace," she seethes, but her breathing is ragged.
She may want to hate the idea of us together, but she doesn't. Not entirely. This is good news for me, because the more I think about us together, the more I fucking love the idea.
She stoops to grab her phone, clutching it like a weapon. "I am not dating you. I am not, under any circumstances, becoming your fake girlfriend. Or your real girlfriend. Or your anything. You need professional help. Like, a whole team of highly qualified specialists."
I give a lazy shrug, like I'm not dying to follow her all the way out to her car to see if she'll let me in. "I'll keep that in mind. But if you change yours, you know where to find me."
"I will literally never change my mind." She turns, storming toward the doors, the Carvers jersey straining over her ass.
I watch her go, unable to wipe the dumbass grin off my face. "Come see me when you come to your senses!" I call after her.
"Never!" she shouts back. The doors bang shut behind her, and I swear I hear her cursing the entire planet.
Killian strolls up from the other end of the hall. "That go how you hoped?" he asks.
I run a hand over my jaw, still grinning like an idiot. "Better."
He shakes his head, like he can't believe what he just witnessed, but I see the smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "You're a sick man, brother."
"She's going to murder me," I agree, the thought sending a weird thrill through me.
Killian just laughs.
Chapter Four
Serena
"You should have pushed Austin into oncoming traffic when you had the chance last year," I mutter to my best friend, Peyton, over lunch a full day after seeing Austin. The cool-down period hasn't helped. I'm still mad as hell. "It would have saved me so many problems."
"It's not that bad," she says, peering at me with her fork hovering in front of her lips. "I mean, neither of you is naked."
"It's worse than bad!" I cry, stabbing the lettuce in my salad like it's Austin's eyeball. "Do you know how many people were in my DMs this morning, asking what that mouth do?"
The last few days were awful.
Today is an entirely new level of hell. Somehow, the media found out my name, which led them to my social media. I deactivated most of my accounts after opening my ninth dick pic of the day.
Does Austin care that my life has devolved into a circus? Oh no. He thinks it's hilarious. Honestly, I wouldn't be surprised if he leaked my name, just to torture me a little more.
I hope he gets pushed into traffic.
Okay, maybe I don't want that. But maybe part of me hopes they meme his dick for the rest of his career. I hope that erection haunts him for eternity. It'll serve him right for refusing to tell the truth about what really happened.
I mean, blackmail? Seriously?!
My brother is pissed. He offered to murder Austin for me, and I don't think he was joking. I contemplated taking him up on the offer, but I actually like my brother. I probably shouldn't let him go to prison for murder.
"He could not be more infuriating if he tried!"
Peyton sputters laughter.
"It's not funny."
"It's a little funny," she says.
"My boss saw my ass, Peyton."
"Okay, so maybe it's not great," she concedes, fully aware that my boss has no chill. Frankly, he'll probably run the paperwork section of hell when he dies. "But it's not likeyou two were actually doing anything wrong. The pictures just look bad."
