This can’t be normal.
My phone buzzes from the counter.
I ignore it.
Probably Rooke again, trying to sink his hooks deeper, reminding me that he owns me. The thought makes my stomach churn, and my cock twitch like the fucking traitor it is.
Enough of this bullshit.
I’m not...whatever Rooke thinks I am. I was confused. Manipulated. The weed, the alcohol, his fucking mind games—that’s all it was.
Just have to prove what I already know.
What I am.
What Iwant.
I snatch up my phone to text Haven again. She’s the antidote to whatever poison Rooke injected into my veins this past weekend. If I can hold her, kiss her, fuck her, then I’ll be myself again.Normalagain.
Then I can forget the way Rooke’s voice made me feel when he called me his good boy.
A knock on the bathroom door has me jerking in shock. “Dude, come on, you’ve been in there for ages,” Nolan whines from the hallway. “I’m gonna be late for class.”
I grab my stuff, avoiding Nolan’s accusing stare as I head back to my room. He’s the only frat brother I’ve seen since I got up. Guess everyone else is already on campus.
Thirty minutes later, it’s obvious Haven won’t reply to my messages.
Three texts sent, all unread.
The longer she ignores me, the more my panic builds, intensifying the confusion, the shame.
“Ghosting me, huh?” I mutter, scrolling through my still unanswered messaged.
Shouldn’t be surprised. She’s a fucking master at disappearing. She ghosted me for three fucking years, then strolled back into my life like it was nothing.
“Bitch.” I toss my phone to the bed, dragging my fingers through my damp hair as I pace. As I wait. As I fume.
For all of five minutes.
Then I pick up my phone again. Check my messages again. It bounces off the bed a second later.
“Fucking Riversider piece oftrash.”
This is good. Anger I understand. Anger has been a constant companion. It knew me long before I met Little Miss Heavenly.
I tug on jeans and a hoodie, not bothering to dry my hair. If Haven thinks she can cut me off after what we did on Saturday, after whatshedid, she’s got a huge fucking surprise headed her way.
She made a fatal mistake setting herself up just down the road from me. Ghosting someone’s a lot harder if they can just huff and puff and blow your house down.
Greek Row is as quiet as my own frat house. By the time I reach the sorority house, I’ve convinced myself that speaking to Haven is the only way to fix whatever broke inside me during that video call with Rooke.
I thump a fist on the front door of GAZ.
Nothing.
She could be on campus. Rooke’s class starts soon.
I should be there, but I won’t.
