“I haven’t seen him in a few days. Not since the bonfire,” he says, and my senses go off.That’s odd for Elliot.We usually check in, or at least see one another, almost every day, and now it dawns on me that he's been scarce since orientation. It’s been a week since then.What the fuck?
“Call him. Tell him to get his ass over here,” I command, and Kade nods, taking out his phone. I grit my teeth while I wait, yet again.How can she not remember?My taunts and actions are memorable. I think that pisses me off the most. I was so mad that night. But how could she forget our moment like that?Like it meant nothing.Then to cook up an entirely different story just doesn’t make sense.Is shedoing this on purpose to see what we would do? To get us to admit the truth of what happened that night? She really can’t think we are that stupid.
“He’s on the way,” Kade says, interrupting my thoughts. Thankfully, we don't have to wait long. Kade gets up and opens the door, letting Elliot in. He steps inside, shuts it, then leans back against it with his arms folded. I raise a brow, and he snickers.
“What’s the problem?” I ask, throwing my hands up in the air, and his eyes turn to slits.
“Ya know, it’s one thing to fuck with people, scare them, even bully them, but attempted murder?” he questions, and my brows furrow.
“What are you yapping about?” I ask, and he steps forward, grabbing me by the collar of my white polo shirt.
“You know damn well what the fuck I’m talking about, or did we forget—or maybe you just don’t care?” he accuses as I look at him, down to his hands then back up to his face. He lets go and turns to Kade.
“I’m so fucking confused, who tried to kill who?” Kade asks, and I fold my arms over my chest, raising a brow, because what in the actual fuck?
“You’re making some incredulous accusations for someone I haven't seen in a few days,” I state, and he rolls his eyes.
“I just don't get the two of you. After what happened with Zoe, I can’t believe you both would go to these lengths with another girl in the same place where Zoe fucking died, for what? Some game?” he snaps, and I stand, because I’ve had enough of this bullshit!
“I still don't understand,” I shout, and he lunges at me, shoving me onto the bed. I haven’t seen Elliot this angry in a long fucking time. I shove him off, but he rears back and punches me in the face. My head snaps to the side, and I laugh. Kade runs over and pulls him off of me.
“The both of you cut it out. Eli, explain. I'm just as confused as Gray.”
“Stop fucking lying! You both taunted Rowyn and shoved her off the cliff! Guess what though, she's still alive because I found her!” he growls, and my eyes widen.
“What? We didn't do that? What the fuck?” Kade yells, but something pings in my chest, and I don’t like it.
“How does this have anything to do with Zoe?” I ask, gritting my teeth. I haven't said her name since that day. I try very hard not to think about her or what happened, so why the fuck would we shove Rowyn off the cliff?
“It has everything to do with her because I found Rowyn freezing to death in damn near the same spotZoe’s dead body laid. I thought I was seeing shit,” he says, covering his face with his hand. I look at Kade, who has a faraway look in his eyes, but I'm still confused.
“Did she tell you we pushed her?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest.
“She said enough, and let’s face it, I’m the only one in this fucking world who knows what the two of you are capable of. So if the shoe fits,” he says as he stares me down, but I’m so deep in thought I don’t see Kade get up and punch Elliot in the jaw until it’s too late.
“Fuck you, Elliot. You know how much Zoe meant to us and how broken we were after she died. Fuck you!” he spits, then storms out of my room.
“He’s right. Did you forget how we all felt about Zoe? Did you forget everything before that fucking day!” I yell, and he wipes his lip.
“No! I will never forget it, but when that girl told me what you both did in the woods, then I find her at the bottom of the ravine, what am I supposed to think?” he shouts, and I tighten my fists.
“You fucking come to us and have a goddamn conversation. You should’ve called and we would’ve come!” I growl, and he laughs.
“Yeah, well, I was too busy making sure she was okay and not dying from hypothermia,” he states, and I take a deep breath.
“What I still don’t understand is the whole attempted rape senario,” I say, and he laughs.
“She doesn’t remember, and when she asked me why she was naked with a bruise on her face in my room, I concocted a story. Better than the actual truth,” he snarls, and I roll my eyes.
“Yeah until she does remember, then what?” I ask, and he shrugs.
“Then I’ll deal with it when the time comes. Until then, we just roll with the punches,” he says, then leaves my room, slamming the door in his wake. I sit on my bed and rub my hand over my face.
If we weren’t the ones to push her, then who the fuck did?
fourteen
Kade Langley
