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“I can’t do that.” It would be too easy to give in and take what I want. However, I’ve never chosen the easy route in life and I just saw her with King. That means something to me, he’s my best friend.
“Why not?”
“Because I know you’re talking to King now.”
“That doesn’t mean we can’ttalk.”
“Kens… you need to go home. Go home and get some sleep. I promise you’ll hate me again tomorrow.”
“I hate you right now.” She says it, but she doesn’t mean it. Things would be a lot simpler if she did.
“I know. Come on… let’s get you home.” I take her arm in my hand and guide her to the door. She goes willingly and doesn’t say another word until we’re outside.
“You know there’s room in my heart for both of you. And I know there’s a lot going on right now with school just starting up… but I’m not going to give up on us, Beau. I’m not going to let you throw everything away because you’re too scared to stand up for what you want.” I stop in my tracks while she continues to walk. I stare at her, watching her sloppy steps as she calls, “I can get myself back to my room. I hate you, remember?” I’m starting to believe she keeps repeating it to remind herself to hate me, because even she doesn’t believe those words.
The girl I love walks across both our back lawns, past fifty or so half-naked obnoxious drunk girls now screaming and making out in the pool, and finally, through the back door of her sororityhouse. Not once did I allow my eyes to divert from her retreating form. I had to soak in every second I got of her.
She’s my entire focus. Always.
I can’t go to class without wondering about her. I can’t fucking shower without thinking about how I’ve never taken one with her and then I catch myself thinking about all the other things we’ve never done before. I can’t go to sleep without looking out my window to make sure she’s home safe. Then I can’t sleep, because I’m so fucking sexually frustrated that I resort to jacking off to the memories of how she felt, naked in my bed.
Some would say she’s become my obsession. And I agree.
A shrill scream from one of the party girls being dunked, finally snaps me out of my stupor and I remember that King hasn’t made it home yet. I need to make sure I’m still awake when he gets back tonight. It’s time we have a serious talk without anyone else in earshot. I have to keep in mind I can’t trust that anything around here isn’t bugged.
KINGSTON
After the initiation test, I stripped down, and we burned my clothes next to the dead man who’d bled out at my feet. The older guy who had given me the task had placed a light gray robe the same color as the jewels in the dagger on my shoulders. I’m not completely in yet, but the Brotherhood of Darkness acknowledged me tonight and rewarded me with a robe to match them. Granted, mine is a different color than theirs, but it’s a step in the right direction.
Hunter-green robe guy walked me back to the parking area after another member had given him some sweats, which he then offered me once we were back at my car. I had to leave my robe behind but was promised I’d have it again while going through certain tasks until the induction process was complete.
Anticipation, anxiety, and confusion took over my mind the entire drive back to campus. I wanted to be pleased and proud at completing another level, but I’m aware I shouldn’t feel such a way after taking a man’s life. I’ve killed in the past, but there’s always been a reason, some sort of threat or whatever I’d been pushed to get rid of and it was mostly done without witnesses or any evidence left behind. What happened in the woods earlier felt nothing like the other deaths had—this time I was killing to gain the respect of who knows how many people.
Parking my car, I instantly glance around, feeling like someone’s watching. They always are, right? The various masked faces have proven my suspicions to be true—they’ve just stopped hiding their presence from me. They want me to see them, to know I’m always being tested in some way. I wonder if it’s the real reason they had me kill for them tonight? One of them witnessed what I did to Matthew, and they probably wanted to see if I’d kill again just as easily. I proved I will.
Pulling up Iris’ number, I shoot off a text.
Me
I can’t stop thinking about you in another sexy dress. Got any other colors to show me?
She has a sparkly red number I’d love to see her in for sure. She had several other colors in her closet, but that one stood out. The thought of Iris’ creamy skin next to all those sparkles as I shove the material up and over her hips, then follow the trail with my tongue, has me wishing it wasn’t so late. She’s probablyalready done her nightly routine and tucked into bed to watch a movie. I’d offer to be her bed warmer, but I really need to talk to Beau. I may just have to slip in beside her once my conversation with Beau is over.
Punching in my house code, I step through the door to a fairly empty downstairs. A few are in the kitchen and living room, but I’m sure the other younger guys are upstairs jacking off or whatever they do in the evenings. The juniors and seniors who are society members are probably still at the park. Bypassing the others, I stride straight for Beau’s room. I’ve wanted to call him from the moment I got in my car, but who the hell knows if my phone or car are being bugged. I highly doubt they want me spilling details to my best friend when we haven’t been through the entire process yet.
My fist barely hits the door before he’s opening it and tugging me inside.
Chapter 15
BEAU
I’ve been busy ‘deep cleaning’ my room for about an hour when I eventually hear King coming through the house. I didn’t find anything that was an obvious camera or listening device, but I still don’t trust anyone. I’ve had the music blaring through my room for that very reason.
He’s about to knock on the door when I pull it open and tug him inside. I close the door while checking him over. “You alright?” I ask anxiously, my brows scrunched with concern. All the waiting has me wired with anticipation and I can’t wait to find some shit out. “What went down that had you taking off earlier?”
He runs his fingers through his hair, and I see the familiar signs of blood staining his fingernails. At the same time, his hand falls away and he finally notices the blood splatter. We both move to the bathroom and he turns on the sink, grabbing a shit ton of soap before he starts scrubbing the evidence off his skin.
I go turn the stereo up a little more, pushing the speakers to the max, and then take my place against the counter beside him in the bathroom. I cross my arms, my brow hiking as I tilt my head in the direction of his hands. I know he can handle himself,but I don’t like it that I wasn’t there with him. We always have each other’s backs. With a sigh, I wait for him to start talking, but we need to have this conversation with as few words as possible.
