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“Motherfucker,” Wick snarled from across the room. Spinning away, he stormed toward the door.
“No,” I rasped, my voice breaking and barely making a sound as I tried to stand again.
I had to stop him.
But the girl grabbed me, pulling me back down. “No, it’s okay,” she murmured, petting my arm in reassurance. “Wick’s got this. It’ll be okay.”
I turned to look incredulously at her, and she smiled brightly. “I’m Izzy, by the way. Wick’s sister. It’s so nice to finally meet you.”
What? Why did she say finally? I blinked, only to whirl my attention back to the door as Wick jerked it open enough to fill the entrance with the entire width of his body. Then he growled, “Stop pounding on this door before I break your fucking throwing arm, asshole.”
My eyebrows shot up, only for me to gasp and jerk backward when Topher’s voice tore into the room. “Get out of my way, Webster. I need to talk to my girlfriend.”
“I don’t think so, fuck face. It’ll be a cold day in hell before I ever let you into this room, and besides, your girlfriend’s not here.”
I kind of liked how he emphasized girlfriend because Topher’s girlfriend really wasn’t in here. That dick didn’t have a girlfriend any longer.
Smooth wording, Webster, I wanted to cheer, because he’d almost just made up for the fact that he’d called me a troll once, except, yeah… No, he didn’t at all.
“Bullshit,” Topher argued.
Wick lurched an inch back as if my ex had just tried to plow through him but hadn’t gotten very far.
“I saw the door slam shut as soon as I stepped into the hall, and besides, she dropped her fucking sandal right outside this room.”
Izzy and I both looked down at my feet. I was indeed only wearing one flip-flop. Damn, I hadn’t even noticed.
“That’s mine,” Wick answered, snagging the sandal from Topher and tossing it blindly into the room over his shoulder so that it landed with a thud in the center of the floor.
“You son of a bitch,” Topher exploded. “I know she’s in there. Haven!” he called frantically over Wick’s shoulder, struggling to get in, but having no luck whatsoever. “I know what you saw. But it was all a big mistake. I can explain. Please, baby, just talk to me.”
I flinched at the word baby and turned my head aside. Izzy Webster quickly hugged me and patted my back.
At the doorway, Wick boomed, “Enough!” as his back muscles tensed and elbows jutted toward us before he shoved forward, his voice going slightly muffled as he followed Topher into the hall. “I said she’s not in there, and even if she were, I still wouldn’t let you in. Now move away from this door before I rearrange your face. And if I ever see you back here again, you’ll wish I’d only fucked up that pretty mug. Go look somewhere else for your girlfriend. She’s not here.”
Topher had always been bigger talk than action. I could tell Wick’s threats had gotten him to back down when he hissed, “I swear to God, Webster. If I find out she was in there, after all, I’ll make you pay.”
I heard footsteps stomp away, and my shoulders slumped with relief. It had worked. Whatever Wick had done out there, it had worked, and Topher was leaving. Thank God. I was suddenly buzzing with so much gratefulness from the reprieve that I barely missed Wick’s parting words to Topher who’d already left.
“You already made me pay,” he quietly told the empty hallway. “Since the moment you fucked me over freshman year, I’ve been paying.”
I glanced toward his sister. Furrowing my brow, I asked, “What’d he mean by that?”
Her eyes were wide as she bit her lip and shook her head slowly back and forth. “I don’t think we were supposed to hear that part.”
Yeah, but we had heard it, so now I wanted my curiosity appeased.
I opened my mouth to ask if she at least knew what he’d meant, even if she didn’t want to share with the class, but Wick strode back into the room and shut the door behind him, his jaw tight and eyes narrowed with distaste.
When he glanced my way, his shoulders flinched before he slowly started to relax. He blinked the anger from his eyes until he looked almost regretful as if he’d somehow let me down.
“I don’t know if he’ll stay away, but he’s gone for now.”
I gulped and wiped the wetness off my cheeks. My knees felt weak and wobbly, but I pushed upright anyway so I could cross the room to the boy who’d just helped me. All differences we might have aside, he’d gotten me out of a difficult situation. I wouldn’t forget this.
Opening my arms, I hugged him, letting him know just how grateful I was for what he’d done. “Thank you,” I said into a hard, pleasant-smelling chest.
Then I burst into tears again, sobbing all over him.
