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This was…not at all how I thought it would go. Why couldn’t she tell me where she got the journal? Why was it such a secret?
She paused near the door, tossing her head back, her normal self peeking through. “Did you stare at my ass?” she asked point-blank, a tiny grin forming.
Don’t lie, I told myself. There was no point in it. It’d only make you look stupid.
“Yes,” I said. My honesty only made her grin grow.
She let out a hmm sound before dropping her towel. Ash…dropped her towel before turning to close the door, showing me, for just a split-second, what her entire body looked like naked. Her breasts, her flat stomach, the area she kept neatly trimmed between her legs. Just a fast, microsecond of a peek, along with a wink before closing the door.
Well, how the hell was I supposed to keep myself from getting hard now?
Chapter Twenty – Ash
To say I was on edge would be the understatement of the year. I was always looking around, waiting for Sawyer to pop up again as the days wore on. I found the threat of him magically appearing quite awful. Things were already too complicated; I didn’t need Sawyer clawing at me like some angry feral cat.
I was in class, texting Declan. His brother was supposed to come over Saturday for our videogame date. Yeah, I couldn’t believe we were actually having a videogame date. All three of us. Me and two brothers. That wasn’t weird, was it? Declan didn’t seem to mind, but then again, after I’d flashed him my body after giving him Sabrina’s diary, he was pretty much compliant to anything I asked.
It felt like forever since I’d seen Will. I was excited too, which only made me feel guilty. After all, I hadn’t told Declan the whole truth about where the diary came from, nor had I told him about what happened with his brother.
The kiss. Kisses, actually. The make-out session that Will instantly regretted. I couldn’t help but wonder if he still regretted it, or if he’d come to our dorm on Saturday ready to fight for me.
Hah. Fight Declan for me. As if. I bet those two would bow down to the other, telling each other they didn’t deserve me and that the other should have me. It was ridiculous, but at least imagining them both trying to hand me over to the other made me laugh. Not many things made me happy these days, mostly because I felt like I was constantly waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And drop it would.
Drop it had to.
With my life, my past luck, I knew when the shoe dropped, it was going to hurt like a motherfucker.
Class let out, and I was unhurried in packing up, the last one to leave the room. I set my skateboard down to text once I reached the hallway. I leaned on a wall, my chin to my collar bone as I texted Declan back. Kelsey had been oddly quiet, although she had told me she was going through some stuff. What that stuff was, I had no idea. I asked her about it, because I was a good friend, but she clearly didn’t want to tell me, so I dropped the subject.
I also refrained from telling her about most of my drama. Whatever Kelsey was going through, there was no way it was as shit-tastic as my bucket full of drama. If I would’ve known Hillcrest was going to be so full of drama that was basically life-or-death, would I still have wanted to come here? I’d like to say no. I’d like to think that my stable, sane side would win out on that, but…
I knew myself better than that. I still would’ve come, even if I was warned that this place was just as fucked up as any other.
For someone who was so on edge lately, I sure did a terrible job of keeping guard. I was so lost in my phone that I didn’t see a crowd of three surround me, and when I looked up at who they were, I was speechless, frozen a bit like a deer in headlights. They grabbed me, nearly made me drop my phone, and dragged me into the nearest unisex bathroom.
Two of them I knew only in passing. I was pretty sure I’d seen their faces at one of Sawyer’s parties, but the one in the middle? I knew her the most, though I saw she’d died her hair back to brown.
Three girls, cornering me in the bathroom, and—I watch one of them flick the lock—lock us in. Huh. The two on the side were not worthy of much notice; it was the one in the center, the one glaring at me with hate-filled eyes, that I focused on.
I knew her better than I wanted to. I knew what she looked like naked, and I knew what she looked like with shittily-dyed pink hair. I didn’t know her name, I didn’t know any of their names, and yet that didn’t stop them from coming onto a campus that wasn’t theirs and acting like they had the right to manhandle me.
The bitches.
“You,” the one who used to have pink hair spoke, practically spitting on me. “You messed with the wrong girl, bitch.”
Ooh, now was the fun name-calling part? I slid my phone into my back pocket, crossing my arms, making sure I looked really bored. “Who are you three supposed to be?”
“Brooklyn,” the main one spoke, “but I’m sure you knew that already.”
Ah, she thought she was more important here than she was. She wasn’t, so this was the first time I’d heard her name; I’d be sure to promptly forget it as soon as this conversation was over.
“And these are two of my many, many friends,” she went on, tilting her head, a curved smile drawing along her full, luscious lips. Lips that had been puckered around Sawyer’s dick. If she wasn’t careful here, I might just tear them off. “We’re here to give you a present.”
At her words, one of her cronies reached into her purse, pulling out a box that was about as large as a hand. Relatively small, but it took only a glance from me to know what it was. Anyone who’s walked into a grocery store knew what boxed hair dye looked like, and from the model on the front of the box, it was a sheer black color.
Wow. These bitches were stupid if they thought dying over my hair was a good revenge plan. First off, even permanent dye came out. Second off, hair always grew. Come on. Hair pranks were so old school.
