Page 50 of Darkest Obsession

“I’m fine on my own,” I assure him.

He smirks. “I’m not.”

“Listen, Thomas. You’re the one who called me a slut, but that’s not me. I’m not going to sleep with you just because we’re both getting blackmailed.”

His cheeks turn red. Immediately. He stammers for a moment before getting the words out.

“Fuck’s sake. That’s not what I meant.”

“Sure.”

His voice stiffens and his next words are cruel beyond cruel. “I’m not the one passing myself around.”

Just when any part of me wants to give Thomas a chance, he says something awful and judgmental. I want to throw something at his head, but I need a break from choosing violence for just one damn night. Molly isn’t here, I want to crawl into bed and freak out in peace without Thomas implying I’m a slut… again.

“You can go now.”

“Sorry,” he says. “Fuck.”

“Are you?”

He shrugs. “A bit.”

“You are such an entitled dick.”

“And you’re a stubborn brat,” he shoots back. Those words came a little too quickly off his tongue. I grab the largest textbook I can find and wield it like I’m ready to pitch a no-hitter at Thomas’ big ass head.

“A brat? Who the hell are you calling a brat?”

He smirks as if it’s amusing to get a rise out of me.

“I was just worried about you.”

“So you climbed through my window drunk?”

“Yes.”

I lower the book, and not just because it’s heavy.

“You’re half the damn problem,” I remind him. “You scared me at the party and at the dance studio and I still don’t know why I should believe you aren’t the person sending these fucked up emails.”

“I’m not,” Thomas insists.

Both of our phones buzz before I can answer him. I roll my eyes and glance at my desk.

“I have to get that. It could be Sylvia.”

“How is she?”

She’s still lying to us about where she was that night.

“She’s fine.” I grab my phone and Thomas pulls his out of his pocket. We stare at our phones for a few seconds and then we glance at each other.

“Spicy freak 69?” We say together. The phrase should be hilarious for two people to spontaneously say out loud for the same time, but this message isn’t funny.

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