I grin wolfishly. “Well, if you must know, Roxi, when a woman has a golden pussy that sprays liquid cocaine and a masterful tongue?—”
“You know what?” Rev interrupts loudly, her cheeks flushed cherry red, her copper eyes burning hotter than before. “This was obviously ahuge mistake. We just wanted to know if you or Lionel had anything to do with destroying my room and leaving the note and hair. That’s it. But if Lionel isn’t here, then… then I don’t fucking know!” The last part bursts out of her in a flood of frustration.
Roxi is slow to slide her spitting stare from me. “It can’t be my hair,” she says, her voice bitter. “I stayed with Lionel over this past weekend, but he never cut my hair—because he’snotthe Locksmith—and he had a parole meeting this morning, so he couldn’t have possibly been here. Plus, he wouldn’t come here without telling me.”Doubt that.“But that’s not even his handwriting, anyway. I have hundreds of letters to prove it. So, the person who destroyed your room is likely standing right next to you and trying to make it look like your dad. Or did you already forget you’re sleeping with your own enemy?”
Reverie’s jaw clenches while Roxi crosses her arms defensively.
“This really hurts to have to say, because I really wanted a relationship with you, Reverie, but you both need to stay the hell away from me. Until you work this out with your father and—” She flicks an unimpressed look up and down my form. “—drop the parasite attached to you, this won’t work.”
With that, she flicks one more vicious stare my way before stepping back and slamming the door in our faces.
Stunned, Rev blinks while her mouth flops, attempting to process what just happened. I, on the other hand, am two seconds away from busting Roxi’s door down to make her apologize to Rev.
That was really fucking rude.
Rev meets my stare, a windmill of emotions spinning through her eyes. She’s pissed—that’s the most obvious.
“I… I need to go home,” she says, robotically turning and walking past me. Without looking back, she calls out, “And for the love of God, Dread, do not fucking follow me.”
Narrowing my gaze, I watch her storm away, that plump ass angrily swaying in those tight jeans. I’ll give her until after practice to cool off, but she’s not staying in that goddamn dorm.
When she disappears around the corner, I turn and knock on Roxi’s door again.
“Ugh!” I hear from the other side, just for her to loudly stomp toward me and swing the door open again. She startles when she sees me, and I hold out my hand expectantly.
“Give me the note and hair.”
She works her jaw from side to side, contemplating if she wants to listen. Ultimately, she pulls them out of her back pocket and slaps them in my palm.
“Now leave,” she barks.
I grin wickedly and lean in an inch, causing her to bristle, fear flashing in her gaze.
“Gladly. But first, don’t ever talk to my girl like that again, or I'll make waking up next to the devil after I send your ass to hell a fucking relief. Understood?”
She rears back in shock, but I don’t wait for her to answer.
She’s not the only one with a boyfriend capable of murder. The only difference is, I’ll do itformy girl, whereas Lionel will only do ittohis.
Severen: Are you alive?
I exit the gym and step out into the chill air just as I get a text in my group chat with Severen and Rogue. I frown, not understanding the question. I just finished with swim practice for the USA team and am on my way to find Reverie to kidnap her back to my place.
Me: Should I not be?
His text is immediate. It’s a video, and the preview is of what looks to be a door to a dorm room. Another text comes through.
Severen: Sound on.
Foreboding builds as I click the video and turn up the sound. The door rattles violently, and I immediately recognize the faint sounds of mine and Reverie’s moaning, her screaming my name. There’s a loud thump, likely from when I punched the door, followed by giggles from whoever’s recording directly across the hallway.
Fuuuuuck.
Texts fly in almost immediately.
Severen: She’s so going to murder you dude. It’s all over campus and social media. You’re only lucky you can’t see her room number and your name is muffled enough to cast reasonable doubt.
Severen: I’ll write your eulogy, but I'm making Rogue deliver it. He could speak publicly while naked without blinking, but you know words aren’t his strong suit.
