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“You’re in denial.”
“Yeah, okay,” I say and turn away from her. I have business to take care of, so I’ll let her fuss over me later. Before I turn away from her, she’s already got her phone out. It will be all over campus now. But it keeps my name clear, and that’s all I need.
I walk to Stone’s dorm, hoping he’s there.
Chapter 15
Raina
Stone isn’t in his room. After knocking a few times, a guy pokes his head out from the door opposite Stone’s.
“He’s out,” he says.
I could have figured that out, I guess, but my mind is all over the place. I don’t know what I’m thinking or feeling.
I’m not sad that my dad is dead; he was an asshole. I’m not hurting or mourning or anything you’d expect. But I feel…something.
“Do you know where I can find him?” I ask.
The guy furrows his brow like it takes a lot of energy to use his brain.
“He might be at the cafeteria. It’s too early for him to drink. Okay, no…” he guffaws like the whole thing is fucking funny. “It’s never too early for Stone to drink, but it’s too early for a pub to be serving him. Either that or—”
“Thanks,” I say. I walk away, not wanting to hear the rest of whatever he has to say. I’ll start at the cafeteria and work my way from there. I’m sure I’ll either see a trail of fawning women or bloodied men in Stone’s wake. I’ll track him like a fucked-up trail of breadcrumbs.
The thought is amusing.
Stone is at the cafeteria when I get there. Perfect. I march up to him where he stands with his buddies. When his eyes fall on me, they’re filled with laughter, but they change when he sees me. They become softer, warmer. I’ve never seen stony eyes turn soft.
“Raina,” he says softly.
I realize the rest of the guys have fallen quiet. Great, I have an audience.
“Can we talk?” I ask.
“Right now?”
“In private.”
Stone glances at his friends. So, we’re not past the male bravado in front of his friends. Good to know it’s the same Stone as always.
“It’s important,” I add. I’m not going to walk away until I talk to him. Right now, I don’t care about his image.
“Okay,” he finally says.
The group he leaves behind whispers something as we walk away, but I don’t give a shit what they’re saying.
We walk out of the cafeteria and to the spot I dragged him to when he tried to blackmail me with his grades. It’s a twisted moment of déjà vu.
“What did you do?” I ask.
He blinks at me. “What are you talking about?”
“My dad’s dead.”
Stone stills. His eyes change again to become dark and stormy.
“What makes you think I had something to do with it?”
