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“Drink?” he offers. His eyes are cold and hard again. He’s shut down from me, and I don’t blame him.
“I didn’t come here for this,” I say.
“Suit yourself,” he says with a shrug, although we both know full well I’m not talking about the alcohol.
He throws back the whiskey he poured himself in one gulp.
“I better go,” I say.
“You do that,” he says.
I turn around and walk to the door, letting myself out without another word.
I’m worried about a walk of shame, but there’s no one in the hallways when I make my way through the dorm. When I step outside, the night air is cool on my skin, and it’s a stark contrast to the heat that still hums through my body.
Chapter 8
Stone
Here’s the problem: Ilikeher.
I mean, I fucking hate her. She drives me crazy. She’s a pain in my ass, and she treats me like I’m nothing special, which is bullshit becauseeveryonetreats me like I’m special.
Get with the program, Raina.
But after we fucked—after she came to me and I couldn’t resist her—I know it’s true. I like her.
And that just pisses me off. I don’t do anything like this. I don’t get emotionally invested in women, and I don’t care about them for very long. I only pay attention to them long enough to get into their pants, and then I’m done.
I got into Raina’s pants now, too. Right? I mean, we fucked. Despite her bitchy façade and her high-and-mighty attitude, she ended up in my room, and I fucked her. That means she should be out of my system now. I shouldn’t want her anymore because I already got her. She’s not the girl I couldn’t have anymore.
I have rules. One, don’t fuck a girl more than once. Two, try not to be sober. Three, no sleepovers or cuddles.
I did all the right shit with her. I followed the rules, I got what I wanted, and this should be over and done with.
Then why the hell do I still want her?
“What are you doing, man?” Chaz asks me when I’m in the library, making copies on one of the student machines.
“What does it fucking look like I’m doing?” I ask. “I’m making copies.”
“Yeah…I can see that. I just don’t get why.”
“Extra credit,” I say.
Chaz snorts. “That’s not really your style.”
He’s right; it’s not. I had to hunt down someone to teach me how to use the copier, and the nerd who ended up helping me was a bumbling fool since I, Stone Giles, was actually talking to her. Eventually, she helped me, and I turned her down for coffee. I don’t do nerds.
Preppy chicks are annoying as fuck, but their image is too important to do something stupid. The nerds have nothing to lose, so that’s where stalkers and proclamations of undying love come from.
I know all of this from experience.
The machine starts to spit out the pages, and Chaz takes one out of the tray.
“I need a friend,” he reads the text, and then he studies Raina’s face. “She’s hot.”
“She’s a fucking nuisance.” And she’s drop-deadgorgeous, which is half the reason I can’t stop thinking about her. The other half is the fact that she gets me worked up, she pisses me off, and it’s beenyearssince a woman made me feel anything at all.
