AllFreeNovel
Share Us
I explode with laughter and start a ridiculous dance to celebrate my victory.
TJ walks towards us, looking surprised but happy.
“Well, I didn’t see any cheating. You just lost, buddy.” TJ exclaims.
Tucker mumbles something as he stares at me from across the table.
“See, the beating of your life.”
I wink at him and walk away as he swears loudly behind my back.
33. Rafael
Iris
“I’m in my pajamas, and I don’t feel like partying right now,” I bark out as I pick up the phone. If Yeleen calls me, it can only mean one thing: she’ll insist on dragging me to a party again!
But it’s tears that answer me at the other end of the phone.
“Yeleen?” I say again, suddenly sitting up. “What’s going on?”
“I’m at a party on Eighteenth Street. It’s…it’s Trey,” she hiccups with difficulty. “We had a fight…a big one.”
I take a deep breath. It’s not as bad as I thought it would be. I know she’s a mess, but at least she’s not physically hurt.
“I’m sorry about that,” I answer her honestly. “Look, I—”
“I love him,” she continues, crying more.
“Listen, beautiful,” I say softly. “Why don’t you call Tucker?” I’ve never been good at breaking up with lovers.
“If I call Tucker, he’ll come over and beat the crap out of Trey.”
It’s actually not a bad idea.
“Besides, he had to do something tonight. I…never mind, I…I shouldn’t have called you. I’m sorry, I…”
She apologizes again and hangs up suddenly. I glare at my damn phone. I go back to the paper I was working on, but I can’t concentrate on the black swan theory anymore.
Yeleen sounded so bad, in the middle of a party, crying.
I can’t help but wonder why she hasn’t called Sarah or another member of the Pack. Probably because I saw her in a bad way the other day at the bar, and she had explained the situation with Trey? Maybe the others don’t know about it.
Damn it!
I get up from my chair, not caring about the ridiculous black shorts and Bart Simpson T-shirt I’m wearing, and walk to the kitchen to get my car keys.
“Yeleen, I’m going to kill you,” I mumble as I leave my apartment.
I arrive twenty minutes later on Eighteenth. I don’t need to look up the exact address because I can see a bunch of students in front of a three-story house in the distance. Music blares from the windows. I park along the sidewalk and notice that red cups are already littering the ground. A girl is throwing up in the corner while another girl films her, laughing.
Bitch.
I scan the property for Yeleen while walking towards the entrance.
“Retro t-shirt,” exclaims a guy as he passes me.
I answer him with a small smile before noticing the penis drawn with a marker all over his face and the inscription “I suck” on his forehead.
