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Sawyer was…he didn’t know when to temper his anger, when to play nice. He had one setting, and it was downright mean with a side of dastardly conniving.
“You know what I mean,” she said with a shrug. The small gesture made me realize just how small she really was. Thin, not an ounce of fat anywhere on her. Just like Sabrina. God, she reminded me of Sabrina so much, it might be impossible for Sawyer to sleep with her without thinking of his sister.
That would only help me win.
“Okay, okay,” I said, getting to my feet. I pretended not to notice how her eyes followed me, how her gaze ate me up. “I get the not-so-subtle hint. I’ll leave you alone. All bets are off though, if you’re in one of my classes.”
I headed to the pizza place, tossing a look over my shoulder once I got there. Ash was watching me, distrust in her gaze. Hmm. That was interesting. Whereas most girls found me easy to talk to and be around, this one didn’t seem to like me very much. Maybe I came on too strong, or maybe I wasn’t her type, beyond my looks.
Fucking ridiculous. I was everyone’s type.
I ordered two pizzas and carried them all the way to Sawyer’s place. They made the pizzas after you ordered them, so it took about twenty minutes. Sawyer’s place was a nice two-story house that normally housed a bunch of guys from HU, but when Sawyer got his hands on it—and his parents’ money—he’d rented the whole damn thing, no roommates needed to split the cost. Next year I’d move in here with him, once I didn’t have to live on campus.
I brought the pizza to the kitchen table, flipping open the top box and grabbing a piece as I went into the living room, plopping myself down on the leather couch and kicking up my feet. I was seconds from turning on the TV when I heard footsteps coming down the stairs. I glanced up, watching as a girl came down, her hair and makeup messed up in a telltale way, her skin flushed. She met my eyes awkwardly before leaving.
Sawyer took his time coming downstairs, wearing nothing but sweats, his chest bare and sprinkled with perspiration. His blonde hair was shorn at the sides, his chosen hairstyle a fauxhawk. Between his legs, I could see the indentation of his semi-hard cock, so I knew he wasn’t wearing anything underneath. He went straight to the pizza boxes.
“Local, huh?” I asked. There was a public college not too far from here. It was where Sawyer got a lot of his girls from, but the one that just walked out? The way she looked, the way she dressed, it was obvious she’d grown up around here, more than clear she never planned on leaving.
I wasn’t a fan of girls like that. I liked them much better when they had some aspirations, when they had goals and dreams and all that shit. It made them more like people and less like fuck toys. Sawyer liked them to remain strictly as fuck toys, however.
“I like to try out the local flavor every once in a while,” Sawyer said, moving to sit beside me. He snatched the remote from me and turned on the television.
I watched him for a bit, both eager to tell him that I’d met the lone girl of HU already and wanting to keep her to myself for a bit longer. I knew he’d want me to tell him. Maybe that’s why I kept my mouth shut just then, why I was so conflicted.
We ate in silence for a while, watching the TV.
“I think I’m going to have a party Friday,” Sawyer said with a smile. “Invite some of the girls from Stanton. See if we can’t get ourselves a few orgies before classes get hard.” Stanton was the local college; it wouldn’t be long before Sawyer didn’t have to go looking for girls. Once HU became co-ed, girls would be all around, everywhere he looked.
I said, “I’m surprised you want to focus on those girls when there’s one walking around Hillcrest waiting for you.”
Sawyer’s mirth about the orgy joke—although I knew him well enough to know he didn’t mean it as a joke—faded, and he asked, “Did you see her?”
A pause before I said, “No.” Sawyer always happened to stumble upon the girls who liked assholes. I was a bit of a jerk myself, but I didn’t think I was near the level of asshole Sawyer was. Sawyer had redefined the word.
“Fuck,” Sawyer spoke, frowning. His eyes were green, a brilliant jade color. Much unlike Sabrina’s eyes, which had been a dusky grey hue. “You’re right.” It must’ve taken a lot out of him to admit it, but what he didn’t realize was that just because I was right didn’t mean he was wrong. If he wanted to fuck a bunch of girls and have threesomes and orgies, he could. I wouldn’t stop him.
I would simply put all of my focus where it belonged—on Ash and Declan.
“We need to find out who she is,” Sawyer went on, oblivious to the fact that I already knew. I knew her name, and with a little digging, I was sure I’d be able to find her online. Ash had no idea what shitstorm was headed her way. “I’ve already told the others to keep on Declan.” A muscle in his jaw tensed, and I was silent as I finished the slice of pizza I’d taken.
The others. The cronies. The ones who followed Sawyer Salvatore because he had money and could make their lives easier. Or harder. Sawyer could always make lives harder.
“You know, if we don’t get to her soon, she might think we’re the bullies,” I told him, rubbing my hands together to get off the crumbs. “I’d be careful not to stick them on Declan too hard, at least until we have her on our side.”
Sawyer looked at me. “Maybe we should put off our bet until we take care of Declan.”
“You mean after Declan’s gone, then see who can sleep with her first?” I should’ve known—the one thing Sawyer needed more than tight pussy was revenge for his sweet baby sister. Declan was the focal point on that.
I reached into my pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lighting one up.
What Sawyer didn’t know, though, was that his sweet baby sister hadn’t been so sweet after all. I was all for revenge, because it gave me something to do, but as for needing revenge because of what happened to Sabrina? No. I was remarkably level-headed about that situation, only following Sawyer’s lead.
As my lungs filled with smoke, I held it in. It should’ve burned. I should’ve wanted to exhale and fill my lungs with air, but I didn’t.
These days, I hardly felt anything anymore.
Chapter Four – Ash
