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Moving toward the other end of the couch, I plop down next to Elodie’s feet. Feeling slightly humane, I take her shoes off and toss them on the floor. The faint outline of dirt around her purple toes is proof she had a good time tonight. The wheezing snores with each breath she takes is a sign it was a little too much fun.
I hit play on the video, watching as the whole dancing situation transpired.
This is definitely going to be beneficial for me, but unfortunately for Abby, it no longer exists because I deleted it from her phone.
There's something about the way Elodie moves so carelessly that has me entranced as I watch her. It’s a complete one-eighty from the girl I live with. There’s a mischievous spark in her eyes as she throws caution to the wind. Her long brown hair falls back as she closes her eyes and lets the music take control of her body. She’s completely unbothered by any stares or judgment as she dances without inhibitions.
I want to know that girl.
I’m still watching when Gage appears on the screen. I lean forward, my elbows resting on my knees as I clutch my phone in both hands. My eyes trail him as he approaches the counter with a gaping smile on his face.
My vision turns red, my hands gripping my phone so tightly I’m surprised it hasn’t cracked yet. An urge to go back to that party and unleash the beast inside me is stronger than ever. Not just on Gage, but on Luke, too. Maybe even Aiden if he pushes me far enough. All three of those guys either had eyes or hands on Elodie tonight and, for some reason, it pisses me the fuck off.
But when Elodie swings her foot back, bringing it forward onto Gage’s face, I realize I don't have to. Elodie is a force that no one in this town saw coming, not even me. When she pushed me into that pool, something changed inside me. A lot of people look at Elodie like she is a sweet little flower, when she’s really a bee that is prepared to sting.
I rewatch the part where Gage gets kicked about a dozen times, and by the final time, I’m laughing my ass off.
Another text comes through to my phone and I close out of the video, saving it for later because it’s going to be of use to me.
Brady: No word on the tires. Might have just been a random act by some drunk fuck. As for how much Elodie had to drink, I gave her one when she first arrived but I’m positive she didn’t even drink it. Rumor has it, Jenna Marshall gave her one as well. After that, she went from sober to shit-faced in like 5 minutes. Seems a little sus if you ask me. I’ll let you know if I hear anything more.
Jenna Marshall? Who the fuck is that? Ohhhh. Right. That smart chick who let me copy her history test last year. They’re friends? I shouldn’t be surprised. Elodie seems to befriend all the outcasts.
I fucking knew it. It seems someone wants to hurt Elodie. Someone other than me. After watching this video, I’m more than certain it’s Abby.
Unfortunately, Abby isn’t going to have that opportunity, but thanks to her I will.
I type out a quick text, then rest my head back on the couch, already wishing it were morning so I can see the look on Freckle’s face once she realizes what she’s done.
CHAPTER 15
ELODIE
I wake up disoriented with pain slicing through my head. My mouth is dry and I can barely keep my eyes open. I’m not sure how long I was sleeping, but it doesn’t feel like nearly long enough.
Once I manage to lift my eyelids and get a look around, I realize I’m not in my bed. Panic hits me immediately as I shoot up on the couch.
Why the hell am I in the basement?
I take a deep breath, trying to remember what happened last night, but everything’s a blur. I backtrack to my last memories of the night.
I found out Rome was the mystery guy who saved me last year.
Dammit. I wish that was just a really bad dream. But nonetheless, it’s true. Rome hates me because I called the cops and he got arrested, costing him his offer to play college football and forcing him to be benched for half the season.
He was pissed at me, naturally so, and I went after him when he walked into a bedroom upstairs at Brady’s house.
Then I gave him a blow job. My cheeks flush just thinking about it. I also wish that was part of a really bad dream.
After that, I went back downstairs and hung out for a bit, then I had one drink. That drink hit me hard.
That’s all I remember. It must have been some potent booze in that cup, either that, or I just have an extremely abnormal intolerance for alcohol.
I just hope I didn’t do anything stupid.
As I get up from the couch, my legs stretched out, I hear a thud and look down to see my phone on the floor. I bend down and pick it up, noticing a text message from Rome. We’ve never texted one another before. Grant gave me all the boys’ numbers in case I ever needed to reach them, and I guess he gave them our numbers as well.
Nervously, I swipe it open and read four simple but spine-chilling words…
