He’s the only one out of the three of us who doesn’t avoid domestic relationships like the bubonic plague. Unfortunately for him, he was falling inlove with her.
And now she wants nothing to do with him.
I’d feel bad about it if half the shit we pulled weren’t his and Rogue’s own ideas. I never asked for their help, but they gave it anyway, because they’re loyal-ass fuckers who couldn’t stand to see her happy while I walked around with a hole in my heart.
I may be a dick, but I can’t say my friends are any better.
“After you stormed out, she dumped her iced tea over his head, and he just sat there and took it,” I tell her.
She purses her lips, and though she doesn’t appear guilty, per se, she doesn’t exactly seem thrilled, either.
I almost hate that I'm getting to know her, because now, I'm beginning to see her as someone who feels compassion for people who probably don’t deserve it.
And I haven't entirely decided if she's someone who deserves my compassion, either.
We get to Roxi’s dorm, the warm air inside a balm to the chilly winter frost clinging to my skin. I lead Reverie down the hallway on the first floor and stop in front of Roxi’s door.
Rev flicks a glance my way and wets her bottom lip. “What are we supposed to say?” she whispers.
I cross my arms and casually lean my shoulder against the wall. I’m a few inches back from the doorframe, just out of sight, so Roxi won’t see me right away. I anticipate she won’t be thrilled to see my face.
“We need to ask if it’s her hair, see if she’ll confess to seeing Lionel here.”
She nods, but she doesn’t knock. She just stands there and stares, fidgeting with her shirt, shifting her weight from one leg to the other, raising and dropping her hand.
I grin. She’s really fucking cute when she’s nervous.
I can read her thoughts as easily as if she were an open book. She’s worried that her father’s inside the room.
I hope to fucking God he is.
“Knock, darling,” I urge quietly.
She casts me a glance that tells me to shut the fuck up and raps her knuckles on the door.
Sofucking lightly.
I’m fairly certain only an owl or a bat could hear that.
I drop my chin, my face falling flat as I give her an ‘are you fuckingkidding me?’ look. She huffs, blows her thin, overgrown bangs out of her eyes from the corner of her mouth, and knocks again.
A little better. Barely.
But it’s enough to trigger the sound of footsteps heading toward the door. Reverie’s hand trembles, and I have the indescribable urge to grab it.
The door swings open, and Reverie instantly forces a too large smile to her face, those copper eyes swirling with panic.
“He-ey,” she says awkwardly.
“Rev?” Roxi asks.
Reverie clears her throat. “Are you, uh, busy right now?”
Silence for a beat. “Uh, no? How did you know where I— Oh my God, never mind!” She laughs to herself. “I’m sure you spoke to Lionel. Duh! Anyway, yeah, come on in.”
Reverie flicks a wide-eyed stare my way, and I roll my eyes. I was hoping she’d get more information first before making me reveal myself, but the girl can’t act for shit. So, I straighten and swing my body into the opening, causing Roxi to startle. She gasps and takes a step back, her hand flying to her chest as she stares at me with rounded brown eyes.
She’s a cute girl, I guess. She has that shy, girl-next-door look going for her, but I would hazard a guess she’s a little spitfire, based on her obnoxiously bright red cat-eye glasses.
