Chapter Seven
Maisie
“Hey.” Lana sits up in her bunk when I push my way inside our dorm room, still so angry it feels like steam is coming out of my ears.
I can’t believe that asshole... I can’t believe he all but called me a whore. Then again, I don’t know why I can’t believe it. It’s so like Macallan to push my buttons like that. To make me feel somehow less than him, even though he’s more of a whore than I will ever be.
Fucking dickhole.
I drop my bag with a loud thump before collapsing into my desk chair.
“You good?” Lana hitches a brow at me, and even though she greeted me upon entry, I’ve just now seemed to realize that I’m not alone.
“Define good,” I grumble, kicking off my shoes.
“Something happen?”
While things are much better between me and Lana, I still wouldn’t go as far as to call her a friend. I mean, sure,we had a lot of fun together the night of the party, but we were also both drunk, which definitely made a difference.
“Oh, you know, just your darling ex making my life a living hell.”
“Macallan?” She sits up straighter. “Why? What’d he do?”
“Remember how I told you that we were assigned as lab partners?” She nods stiffly, so I continue. “Well, he showed up today completely unprepared, basically called me a slut, and then insinuated that the reason I don’t like him is because I’m desperate to fuck him again.” I say the last part apologetically. She was his girlfriend at one point, after all.
“He did what?”
“Yeah, I know, right?” I throw my hands up in frustration. “Can you believe the nerve?”
“So what did you do?”
“I told him to go fuck himself and left.”
“What about your project?”
“At this point, I don’t even care. I’ll do the whole damn thing myself and put both of our names on it if I have to. I can’t fail this assignment, but I also refuse to work with someone who doesn’t know how to be serious for five fucking minutes.”
“He really got to you.” She observes, a hint of something in her voice I can’t quite place.
“You think?” I snort out a humorless laugh.
“What he said... it’s not true, right?”
“Huh?” I meet her brown eyes, not bothering to hide my confusion.
“Youdon’twant to fuck him, do you?”
“What? God, no!” My voice bounces off the walls of the tiny room, reverberating back to me. “Do I look like I want to fuck him? More like stab his fucking eyeballs out.”
“You know...” Lana throws her legs over the side of her bunk before using the ladder to lower herself to the ground. “We could pay him back.”
“What do you mean?”
“Exactly what I said. Payback. I think it’s about time he got a taste of his own medicine, don’t you?”
“What do you suggest?”
“There’s a big party next weekend, correct?”
