Page 91 of Darkest Obsession

“No! I mean… Listen, we’re leaving.”

“We are?” Thomas grumbles. Is that man just pretending to be asleep so I deal with this shit? Oh hell no. I lean over and grab onto Thomas’ hair, pulling it hard.

“Yes,” I snap at him, as if it’s all Thomas’ fault and not at least partially mine. “We’re leaving.”

Molly’s face is still red. She folds her arms and doesn’t stop her lecture.

“It’s my safe space,” she says. “I have a right not to want disgusting men in here.”

“Fair enough. Listen, I’m sorry.”

Thomas gets out of bed and yawns. He finally turns his attention to Molly.

“You don’t have to be a dick to her,” Thomas says. “She’s had a rough night. I was just comforting her.”

“What happened?” Molly asks, her face softening as Thomas looks at her. She looks like a blue tongued skink basking in the warm glow of a terrarium light beneath Thomas’ gaze. Seriously? She’s about to bite my head off, but one look from Thomas and she’s about to melt. Give me a damn break.

“Long story,” Thomas says. “Now if you don’t mind, Molly. We’re leaving. Sorry for the intrusion.”

“Y-yes, Thomas.”

She turns away and sits at her desk, putting her headphones on. What the hell? I grab my uniform and my backpack and storm out of the room, Thomas following closely.

“That was odd,” Thomas mutters.

“She’s going to report us,” I tell him. “We’re going to get in so much trouble…”

Before I can tell Thomas off for this stupid idea of us sharing a bed together, I hear Kola coming down the hall.

“Clover? Is that you I hear out there?”

Shit. Well there’s no getting out of this.

Chapter Forty

Thomas

Clover’s friend emits a dramatic yelp when she sees me. She puts her hands on her hips and shakes her head.

“What the hell is this? What’s going on? Hi, Thomas.”

“Hi.”

Kola makes a disapproving harrumphing noise and then turns her attention back to Clover, who appears to be handling things well.

“We didn’t have sex.”

“Huh? Who said y’all had sex,” Kola says, wrinkling her nose.

Okay, perhaps she’s not handling it as well as I thought. I’d better step in.

“It’s a logical assumption,” I inform Kola. “We slept in the same bed last night, one might assume–OW!”

Clover’s loose elbow finds my torso and I want to double over in pain. I’m still healing from her previous bruises.

“Y’all slept in the same bed?!” Kola screeches.

“Can you quiet down?” Clover hisses. “That’s not the most important thing. Sylvia’s in trouble.”