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I didn’t like how he might care for her, but at the same time, I couldn’t help but say, “Don’t worry. I’d never let Sawyer go after her.”
He looked at me then. “Why? She’s too good for you.”
Well, that I could readily agree with. Ash was definitely too good for me, and yet that didn’t stop me from wanting her, from craving to know how her body would feel under mine.
“Let me guess,” I said, narrowing my stare, “you think you’re good enough for her—or is it your brother you’re keeping her for?” I’d teach them all lessons if I had to. Whatever had happened to Declan was nothing compared to what I was capable of.
William was about to answer, looking like he wanted to swear at me, but it was at that moment when Ash stormed in the house and said something to Brooklyn. She threw her drink at her, dropped the cup, and headed in our direction. I stepped aside, blending into the crowd, watching as she grabbed William’s hand and left.
I turned my head, finding Sawyer standing near the back door, clutching the lower half of his face. Blood seeped between his fingers, and in a moment, he was rushing past me and heading up the stairs. Because I had to know what happened, because I was a deadly kind of curious, I followed him.
He went into the bathroom, and I stood in the hall, leaning on the door frame, watching as he removed his hand from his lip, revealing a nasty bite. Teeth marks and everything. Blood dripped down to his chin, landing in the sink.
“Looks bad,” I said, not even blinking as Sawyer’s hand curled into a fist and slammed against the mirror above the sink. The mirror shattered into pieces, falling down and cutting up his knuckles. I threw a quick glance around us, finding the other bedrooms were shut. No one was around us, save for the thumping music.
“I fucking hate that bitch,” Sawyer spoke, spitting out blood. He glanced at his knuckles, finding he was now bleeding more than he was mere moments ago, before he freaked out and punched the goddamn mirror.
My hands clenched into fists; I didn’t like hearing him call her that, but I let it slide. It was one of the hardest things I had to do in a while. “No,” I said. “You don’t, and that’s the problem.” If this little incident would help Sawyer realize Ash wasn’t his and would never be his, then good. Because she wasn’t, and she wouldn’t.
“Fuck her,” Sawyer muttered, shooting a glare my way. His glare did not have the impact it should have due to the bleeding bite on his lower lip. “Fuck her.” This time he said it with more gusto, a deeper intensity. This time, I met his glare with one of my own.
“Let me guess,” I started, making sure to show him I was unimpressed with his outburst. “This isn’t the end of it.”
“Of course it’s not the end of it,” he hissed, spitting into the sink again. “It’s not the end of it until fucking I say it’s the end of it!” His voice rose until he was shouting, and I managed to smile. She’d done a number on his lip. The scabs would be ugly.
“Maybe you should take something to relax,” I suggested, knowing damn well the line I was crossing. Sawyer and temptation never did well. All it took was planting the seed, and he would sow it unknowingly.
“Fuck off,” Sawyer said, pushing past me and going into his bedroom. I heard him yelling at the people getting intimate, and it was but a few moments before a guy and a girl…and another guy, scurried off, hurriedly trying to fix their clothes. He slammed the door closed, and I stood there, trying not to laugh.
This…this was kind of fun, although I did worry that he’d try to get back at her. That was not something I’d allow.
Another girl walked up the stairs, and I turned my head to see that it was Brooklyn, drenched in sticky alcohol. She did not look happy. As she walked past me to get into the bathroom, she said, “That bitch is going down.” Just like Sawyer, she slammed the door, not even questioning about the broken mirror.
I heard the shower start, and I frowned to myself.
Ash’s plan might’ve backfired, but she needn’t worry, because I’d take care of it. My girl could play and ruin lives however the fuck she wanted, and these two idiots were not going to lift a finger against her, I’d make sure of it.
Chapter Fifteen – Ash
My heart beat in my chest like a wild animal, threatening to burst from its cage. I dragged Will to the sidewalk in front of Sawyer’s house, tossing one last look at the big white house before we went. The look Sawyer had given me was murderous. Absolutely murderous, and it made me happy. I wanted him to be upset, I wanted him to hate himself for letting me get that close…
But it was only the beginning of what I had in store for him.
“Oh, man,” I chuckled, glancing at Will. “That was…it went better than I thought.” I ran my tongue over my teeth, tasting a bit of metal. Blood. Sawyer’s blood. I swallowed it down, giddy like a schoolgirl.
“He seemed pretty pissed,” Will commented, and we stopped before crossing the four-lane road to return to campus.
“He was,” I spoke, grinning. My hand tightened around his. “He was so pissed, it was great.”
Will said nothing as he looked down at our hands.
Right. I should let him go. We didn’t need to hand-hold all the way back to the dorm. Talk about awkward…but when I tried to release his hand, his fingers remained firmly around mine. He wasn’t letting me go.
“I don’t like that you’re mixed up with them,” Will whispered, his hazel stare looking dark under the night sky. We stood near no street lamps, so shadows danced across his face every time a car drove by. He was just stating how he felt, and yet I prickled.
He was not trying to tell me what to do, and yet I went off.
“And I don’t like you judging me for being mixed up with them,” I shot back, trying to pull my hand back, but he refused to let go. “I’m only involved with thembecause of Declan, remember?”
