Do you even have a rape whistle?
Avery sits back in her seat with a snarl on her lips. That would be a no, then.
I chuckle quietly.
Me
Didn’t think so.
She doesn’t respond and, instead, crosses her arms over her chest as she pretends to listen to the professor. I look past her and at Ivy, who is glaring daggers in my direction. I wince, knowing she had to have read that conversation just as well as Jacob had.
It tells me one thing though: Avery didn’t tell her about us. I’m sure she knows something is up now, so I pull out my phone and send a quick text to her.
Me
Remember how you owe me for saving you from the drunk frat boy at the diner?
She keeps her glare on me as she pulls her phone out of her backpack and reads the screen. Her jaw flexes, but her fingers fly across the screen.
Let me guess. You want me to zip my lips because you don’t want Dustin to know that you’re practically humping his sister.
Me
Maybe.
She shakes her head.
I don’t see the problem here. Did he warn you away from her or something?
Me
He might have.
The look she gives me could kill.
You want me to lie to my boyfriend?
I cringe.
Well, not a lie per se. Just…not say a word. It’s not a lie if no words are spoken.
Her
And if Avery wants you to leave her alone?
Me
She doesn’t.
Her
Sure didn’t look that way.
Me
Look, I know her last boyfriend did a number on her, and I don’t plan to do anything to damage her further. I just want to get to know her. I have to get to know her, Ivy.
Ivy reads the text a few times, nibbling on her bottom lip, until finally, she replies.
