“I’m usually horrible with names,” Char admits, pullingout the chair at my desk before plopping down onto it with an audible sigh. “And faces.” She smiles. “Did you know Maisie before you moved in?” she asks, already knowing the answer. No, she did not. Pretty sure I would have remembered the perpetual look of hatred that she wears when she looks at me.
I turn my back on the two, rifling through my bag like I’m looking for something when in reality I just need something to do with my hands.
“Not personally, but I knew who she was.”
My ears perk up at this, but I don’t turn around, figuring she’s more likely to continue if she thinks I’m not really paying attention.
“Oh yeah?” Char urges her to continue. “How’s that?”
“She hooked up with my boyfriend freshman year while we were still together.”
A hard knot forms in my stomach, and I brace for her to continue.
“I actually went to a party to surprise him, when I saw him with his tongue downherthroat.”
I feel her eyes burning into my back as she no doubt stares daggers at me.
“Oh...” Char murmurs softly as she starts to fully grasp the situation.
Any hopes I had of connecting with this girl just went straight out the freaking window.
“Yeah.Oh.” Her voice drips with disdain.
“You know, Maisie would never hook up with a guy if she knew he was otherwise entangled.” Charlotte tries to reason with her, but I have a feeling it won’t do her any good.
“I’m sure.”
I can hear the sneer in her voice as I turn to face her.
“So that’s why you don’t like me? Because I hooked up with your boyfriend, not knowing he had a girlfriend?”
“Ex-girlfriend now. Thanks to you.”
“Who is your ex?” I ignore the jab she throws, trying to place blame where it doesn’t belong. Char’s right. I would never hook up with someone if I knew they were in any way involved with someone else. That’s simply not my style.
“Macallan Stewart.”
My stomach completely bottoms out and it takes every bit of willpower I have to keep my expression from slipping.
Macallan Stewart... I cringe at the thought of the dark-haired man with eyes so breathtaking, sometimes they’re hard to look into. A bright blue-green that looks teal when the light hits them just right. The man who made me want more, only to turn around and treat me like just another average whore. Of course he had a girlfriend when we hooked up. I’m honestly not even a little surprised... Maybe bywhoshe is, but definitely not that he was capable of such a thing.
He’s the worst sort of man and being with him was a mistake that still haunts me nearly two years later. He hurt me... He humiliated me... And I’ve spent the better part of two yearshatinghim for it.
“No shit.” Char is the first to speak, her green eyes flashing up to meet mine. “I take it you two are no longer on good terms after he cheated on you.”
“You could say that.”
“Well, it would appear as though I’ve just found some common ground between you.” Char smiles like this is a victory and not a worst-case scenario.
“I doubt that.” Lana’s brown eyes narrow like she wishes she could shoot lasers out of them and annihilate me where I stand.
“Macallan did something similar to Maisie. Told her he wanted to be with her. Got her into his bed. Then treated her like a piece of garbage afterward. If you ask her who her number one op is on the entire campus...”
“It’s Macallan Stewart.” I say his name with enough venom to portray just how I feel about him.
“Well...” Char abruptly stands. “I think this is the part where I leave you two to talk. It was nice meeting you, officially, Lana.” She tips her head toward my roommate before turning to me, pulling me into a one-armed hug. “Call me later. I’m dying to find out how this goes.” She hisses in my ear before releasing me. Seconds later, she’s tugging open the door.
“Oh, and, Lana.” She turns back to my roommate. “We’re going to the Alpha party tomorrow and we’d love it if you could join us.”
