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I rap on the door again. I know she’s home—I drove past her after classes. I was going to offer her a lift, but from the looks she’d been giving me all day, I didn’t think she wanted to be anywhere near me.
Which was pretty fucking strange, because she kept following me around. Everywhere I looked, I saw Evie. She even came to glare at me in the cafeteria when I was eating lunch. She made a real show of it, standing on the side where it would have been impossible for me to miss her. It was as if she was trying to send a message, that she didn’t deign to sit amongst heathens like us.
I wanted to drag her over my lap and show herexactlyhow a heathen behaves with someone as stuck up as her.
Which is why I can’t trust myself around her.
My eyes narrow, my hand an inch from the door, ready to knock again. I take a step back, eyes widening.
What the fuck are you doing?
Jesus. This is the exact opposite of what I’m trying to achieve. I’m supposed to be distancing myself, not putting myself in range of her siren call.
I stare at the key in my hand, then at her closed door. I wasn’t lying when I told her we had an open-door policy at the Walsh House. But that rule usually only applies to guests, or Oz when he’s on one of his benders. Liam keeps all the keys in the house’s safe—and he changes the combination on a regular basis. Besides the keys, we keep some money and a handgun in there. The gun is Oz’s; we took it off him at the start of last semester when he went on a week-long vodka-and-coke binge.
Sighing, I bend down and push the key under the door.
I’d hoped for a face-to-face. Someway to gauge whether she’d accept my gift.
Now I guess only time will tell.
