“I told Lex to dose your pancakes with extra everything, Peeks,” Zach inserts.
“You did?”
“Yup. Asked for maple bacon too.”
“Fiiine,” Pecan whines. “What’s your wicked brain come up with, D?”
This is my time to shine…“I hate Dyers. He’s a dick. He needs to go down.But, I want to kill two birds with one stone.”
“Murder?” Lex squeaks.
“Proverbially speaking.”
That Wynter, Victoria, and Shay didn’t jump to the same conclusion has me arching a brow. Especially when I take in their calm demeanors…
Right.
Okay.
Moving on.
“I want to fix the scourge on campus.”
“Hear, hear,” Lex heckles.
“I want him to be as embarrassed as I felt at that damn party.” I tip up my chin and, relieved when one of the patrons calls Lex over, continue in a rush, “And I want to ruin him like the administration should have after he hurt Lex.”
Wynter frowns. “He didn’t hurt Lex. He hurt Tegan. Her twin sister.”
“Her twin sister?” Zach demands.
“Yeah. Him and that other guy who was expelled last year, Ben Sanders, raped her.”
I think back to her reaction after the Dyers’s showdown and… it makes sense. There was a degree of separation to her response. Like it didn’t happen to her but to someone close.
God, I want to be sick.
“She left, didn’t she?” Pecan fiddles with his coffee cup. “I remember Gregg being all kinds of upset about it.”
“She transferred to Wisconsin,” Wynter answers. “Most people think she just couldn’t hack being at an Ivy League school, but that’s BS. Tegan’s so clever it’s a joke.”
“That’s fucking sad.” Shay strokes a hand through his hair. “I can’t blame her for leaving. Not when the dean let one of her attackers stay on campus.”
“Screw that,” Victoria howls. “They belong in a jail cell! She shouldn’t have had to leave!”
“I know,” he chides. “I know, all right? I’m just saying it’s an extra level of messed up.”
Zach straightens in his seat. “They were punished for misconduct, right?”
“What a measly charge,” I deride.
“Why the hell would you think the dean’d do anything about Denny’s situation when the administration literally covered up sexual assault, Wynter?” Callan growls, his voice deeper than I’ve ever heard it.
The other woman bemoans, “My dad says I’m too naive to be trusted away from home. Unluckily for him, I’m way past the age of majority.”
Callan shakes his head. “I have to say I agree with him.”
“Hey!”
