He shook his dark head. “No.”
“Was it you who waved at me?” I asked, hoping he would say no because that would mean someone else was there whocould’ve killed my father. “Standing by the pool wearing a mask, was it you?”
“That was Ez,” he told me flatly.
I believed him, but I didn’t want to because my father's suicide landed uncomfortably, as there was no warning that he was depressed, and maybe my mother’s death, combined with the pics of me that were sent to him, affected more than it seemed. Or maybe it was Leslie who drove him to hang himself. No wait. That didn’t make sense either; if he found Leslie insufferable, he’d dump and divorce her. Easy.
“And you also didn’t organize someone to take pics of us that night to blackmail my father?” I pressed, then looked at his face to read his expression.
He cringed and made a face, shook his head, then drifted distant as if caught in a thought as we entered the dining hall. I was greeted with the smell of fresh coffee and bacon, but my stomach turned. My body was so twisted into knots over my father’s death that I couldn’t eat anything.
“I’m going to wait outside,” I exclaimed, feeling green on the inside. “I’m going to puke if I hang around too long in here.”
“Do you want me to get something for you? A coffee? Toast? Whatever you like?” he offered, speaking softly as clusters of students eyed us up. It was an unusual sight for Lev to be seen with a girl, since he preferred to scare them until they squealed, rather than actually be nice to a girl, offering to grab her breakfast. Maybe the boy is growing up.
“No, I’m fine,” I said, patting my stomach, “I’m too upset.”
Lev looked past me at someone walking toward us, then said, “She's waiting outside,” and I turned to find it was Ezrah, with a wrinkled nose in disgust.
“Don’t worry, I’ll watch over her so she doesn’t escape,” he assured Lev, then he caught sight of one of the York brotherssurrounded by his jock mates and glared at him as he walked toward us. “The fuck you looking at?”
James York shot him a nasty look, then spat on the pavement at Ezrah’s sneakers. “Filth.”
Ezrah laughed, “How’s ya girlfriend, Yorkie?” Then began yapping like a small dog, but I didn’t think James had a girlfriend since he asked me out for a coffee. But I didn’t care anyway. All of them can get fucked as far as I was concerned.
“The fuck are you on about?” he snarled at him, then looked at me, slightly confused about what he was implying.
“That lovely, sweet girl, Makita. A bit cold and hard, though, ain't she? Given you an extra hole,” Ezrah sniggered as James and his crew disappeared into the dining hall.
“Makita?” I questioned in confusion.
“Electric drill,” he answered flatly, and when it still didn’t make sense to me, he added, “Makita is a brand of electric tools.”
“What?” I waved my hand dismissively. “Forget it. As long as he leaves me alone, then I’m fine. I have enough problems with you assholes harassing me night and day and drugging me. God, I still can’t believe you drugged me.”
Ezrah shrugged casually. “You were hardly going to come politely, though, were you? We had the tranquilizers as an option and decided to use them when we saw that you were armed. So, it was good planning on our behalf.”
“I shouldn’t be shocked, really. I mean, you are Warwicks, the lowest common denominator,” I hit, then realized that the brick on my chest lightened slightly as we bantered. I didn’t like the guy, but at least he was entertaining.
“Exactly, and also, I like your pussy,” he said flatly.
My cheeks burned, unprepared for a dirty comment out of left field. “What does that have to do with anything? Oh my gosh, one track mind.”
“When I look at you, I think of wet pussy,” he shrugged. “And you don’t need that vibrator anymore, because you’ve got my cock.”
“No, thank you,” I growled, stepping away from him, but he only stepped closer, towering over me and smelling great, unfortunately. Whenever my body betrayed me by his or Lev’s presence, I quickly reminded myself that they are Warwick scum, who drugged and kidnapped me. There was no coming back from that.
Lev reappeared with a slice of toast in one hand and bacon strips in the other, munching away. “Take her to get a coffee as Scholars, bro,” he said to Ezrah. “There’s something I got to do.”
“Are you bailing one, bro?” he joked, “Cos’ she’s too sad and annoying.”
“I’m right here in front of you,” I snarled. “And my father just died, so of course, I’m sad, you piece of shit. I should’ve shot you when I saw you, man. That would've feltdamngood.”
“Meh,” he grunted as if my insults were like water sliding off a duck’s back. Nothing bothered him, even when the York brothers appeared, he saw it as an opportunity to take the piss, rather than be worried by their presence. The Warwicks had several enemies, yet they feared none of them. “You would’ve missed.”
“Hardly, I’m a very good shot. Besides, look at the size of you,” I said, pointing up and down his body as a mischievous smirk spread across his face. “Hardly, you’re a giant.” I made my hand into a gun and pointed my fingers at his chest, just three layers of skin and a ribcage away from death. “Easy shot.”
With a twinkle in his eye, he grabbed my hand and lowered it to his groin, then prodded the tip of my fingers against his bulge. He didn’t care that we were on display, crowds of students moving past to get into the dining hall. His gaze was fixed on me, which made me feel uncomfortable.
