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“Senior.”
But I already knew that.
“How did you know I was a freshman?”
“I’ve never seen you around before, and you have the same look all freshmen do on campus.”
“What look is that?”
“The fresh look.”
She means the inexperienced look. The look of Prey. Who are these people?
“What are you majoring in?” I ask, acting like I’m interested.
“I’m majoring in communications.”
I feel like someone is watching me lick my skin. I look toward the pool tables and see him leaning over the table to take a shot. He holds a pool stick and fixes his gaze on me. A disapproving expression.
Melissa turns around. “He is so jealous sometimes,” she says with a gleam in her eyes, “ever since high school.”
“Are you two going out?”
She laughs. “If that is what you want to call it...” She pauses. “I mean, we see other people, but we made a promise to each other once we graduated.”
Interesting. He made no mention of a promise or her.
“Funny, I never got that impression, but what do I know? I’m just a freshman. I don’t know any better, right?”
I know I’m being snarky. I’m jealous and pissed the fuck off. Why wouldn’t he make a promise to a girl like her? She’s gorgeous and comes from the same circle as he does. She is also older, and I’m young—too young, even if I’m legally an adult. Once he graduates, he will leave and get married as required, and I still have three years to finish college with these monsters. This is their game, and I’m just a pawn.
“I wouldn’t say that. College is where you learn, right?” she says with a smile and looks over to where Valen is fixated on us. She turns around, and her smile falls. “Be careful, Melody. Valen doesn’t play by society’s rules. It’s one of the reasons we have an agreement. Once he sleeps with a girl, he moves on to the next. You know how guys are? This is college. Guys want to screw around and have fun. I think girls should do the same. But, like I said, Valen has no heart and is physically available and emotionally unavailable.”
“Except with you.”
I really hate this bitch.
“Naturally. I’ve known him since we were kids, so I understand him.”
“Of course you do,” I say flatly.
She giggles. “If you’ve fucked him like you just implied”—she lowers her voice enough that I can still hear her over the music—“you’re lucky if he lasts forty-eight hours before he fucks someone else. He comes with his own warning, unless you don’t mind sharing him with everyone else on campus. The good thing about him is that he’s not clingy, and you don’t have to worry about him getting jealous if you hook up with someone else. He couldn’t care less once he gets what he wants.” I look behind her and meet his hard stare as she continues, “Ask any girl on campus; he’s practically fucked them all.”
I hate what she is saying, but I believe her. He has a sex addiction. He invited me to a party in the hopes that I would find it amusing to observe others fuck. The night at the pool. She is right. He won’t stop until he gets what he wants. And like all the rest, he’ll do anything to sleep with me. Like taking me to fancy restaurants and ordering me lunch and dinner. Offering me a room in his house instead of the trailer. Acting like a hero at the diner. He isn’t going to save me. He did what he did in the parking lot because of his brother.
I slide out of the booth and drop five dollars on the table. “It was nice chatting with you, Melissa. Thanks for the advice.”
She smiles. “Anytime. I love to help a girl out.”
There is nothing in her expression that indicates she helps anyone out unless it’s for her benefit. Melissa is manipulative and a liar.
"Oh, and be careful. They still haven’t caught the killer.”
Her smile falls, but I ignore her and glance at Valen before I walk out of the bar and tell myself there is one way to get him to forget I exist: give him what he wants.
I walk across the street to the sidewalk and head toward the parking lot. It’s getting late, and I have assignments to complete.
“Are you going to leave without saying goodbye?”
