The food boxes are still on the bed, the only proof that he was here at all. Briggs’s clothes are gone, and so is he. The prick just left me. I’m shocked, but why am I? What was I expecting from him? To cuddle after? The thought warms me. I want him to hold me, but why? I’m so confused. I hate the guy. He hates me more, and there is no way we will ever be anything besides enemies.
So why the fuck am I sad that he is gone?
Chapter 20
Briggs
I’m in the cafeteria,surrounded by my friends, but my mind’s a million miles away. Thinking about Wren’s dorm room when I left her naked in the shower, where I almost kissed her. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don’t kiss chicks. I never did, but especially nother.
She is nothing more than my toy, my plaything, the daughter of the biggest slut in town, the woman who destroyed my life, and I am thinking about fucking kissing her. Maybe I should blame the weed. It messes with my mind, makes me all happy and shit.
“Are you even listening, asshole?” Carter drags me out of my thoughts with a punch to my arm.
“Huh?” I look over at him.
“Yeah, that’s what I thought. I just invited you to my pool party tomorrow night. Are you coming?”
“Sure.” I nod, knowing exactly what kind of pool party he is inviting me to. The question is, who am I going to bring? Wren would absolutely hate it there. The corner of my lips pull up at the thought. “I’ll bring Wren.”
“You sure about that?” Tucker asks. “Seems like she would be a buzzkill.”
“Don’t worry about who I’m bringing. Who are you taking?”
Tucker shrugs. “Maybe Lacy or some other chick that will put out without getting clingy.”
“Good luck with that,” Carter chimes in. “They are all fucking clingy.”
“What about Maya?” I question with a grin.
Tucker’s nose scrunches up like he just smelled something bad. “Why would I bring her?”
“Same reason I’m forcing Wren to go. ’Cause shewill hate it.”
“Maybe, but I don’t want to fuck Maya. I’m not obsessed with her like you are with Wren.”
“I’m not obsessed,” I defend a little too strongly, making the guys laugh. Even Kellen chuckles. “All right, maybe I’m a little obsessed, but it’s just so much fun messing with her. She is just an easy target.” A distraction I need to take my mind off all the shit in my life. For the first time since my mom took her life, I feel something again. Revenge is keeping me sane right now, and I don’t care what the guys think about it. Wren is mine. Mine to torment, and sometimes, mine to fuck.
“Whatever you have to tell yourself,” Tucker says, “but if it makes you feel better, who am I to judge? You go ahead and torment your girl however you see fit.”
“I was planning on it,” I quip. “Since we are on the subject. Your dad came by my house the other day, and I overheard him say something interesting about Wren.”
“Oh, juicy,” Tucker says, rubbing his hands together. “Please, do tell.” He looks downright ecstatic for me to spill some tea and so do the rest of my friend circle. Everyone stares at me, waiting for me to continue.
“He said that my father is the reason Wren got a full ride to attend Wicked Falls, but he didn’t say why. You wouldn’t know any more about that, would you?”
“That is, in fact, some interesting news.” Tucker leans back in his chair. “Unfortunately, I don’t know anything about that, but I can keep my ears peeled around my dad,” he offers, and I nod in appreciation.
I figured Richard is careful about what he says in front of his son, but I still hoped he might have let something slip.
“Did you ask Wren about it?” Carter asks.
“I did, and she said her mom did something to get her into school, but what the fuck could that have been? What could she possibly have on my dad?”
“That’s a fucking good question,” Tucker chimes in. “Did you ask your dad yet?”
“No,” I answer. “I typically avoid talking to him.”
“Is he drinking again?” Carter questions.
