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Walking through campus,everyone seems to be talking about the vandalized Lambo near the guys’ dorm. I'm not going to lie. There's a sense of pride that I feel whenever I hear someone laugh about it.
After I left Carter's dorm that morning, I knew I fucked up. I should have run out of there the second I woke up. I shouldn't have let him see me sweat, but instead I cracked. And every single thing he said to me that morning pulled at the part of me that didn't want to leave—all the way to almost kissing him.
That night, my only intention was to drown my feelings in a bottle of alcohol. I told myself that I would drink to forget, and the next morning, I would leave it all behind me. I would focus solely on my plans to take him down, and not let my feelings get in the way for a millisecond. And instead, I ended up in his apartment, with his lips skimming across mine.
Thank God I snapped out of it when I did. It's bad enough things went as far as they did. Not only would I feel horrible for letting them get further, but Carter's confidence would be untouchable at that point. His ego is probably inflated as it is, and that's not what I need right now.
As I walk up to Kennedy and Amelia, their jaws drop when they look at me. I try to play it cool, but I'm basically bursting at the seams with pride for the state of Carter's precious car. In my defense, I have a blurred memory of telling him I hated it.
"Have you lost your ever-loving mind?" Kennedy asks.
I shrug. "I don't know what you're talking about."
Amelia chuckles. "So you had nothing to do with the heel turned shank that carved Prick into Carter's car?"
The sight of Beverly's face as I was carving the heel into a sharpened point pops into my mind and I need to stop myself from showing any sign of guilt. She probably thought I'm some kind of serial killer. Good. Maybe now she won't touch my fucking stuff.
"For legal purposes, I'm going to plead the fifth on that one."
The two of them laugh in disbelief.
"You really are pushing all his buttons, aren't you?" Kennedy murmurs.
"All of them but the one he wants," I reply. "And besides, I told you I was going to ruin him."
Amelia sighs. "Yeah and I get it, but don't you think you're taking this a little too far?"
"Absolutely not," I answer without hesitation.
Kennedy hums. "You're not afraid of him getting back at you?"
"Carter?" I snort. "Let him. He's nothing I can't handle."
The two of them share an unsure look, but I think they both know they can't talk me out of this. I told them from the get-go, trying to stop me would only be wasting their breath.
ONE THING ABOUT COLLEGEis that football games always seem to be the big thing. It doesn't matter if you like the sport or not; you go for the sole purpose of being there. The energy that fills the stadium is contagious, and you can't help but be in a good mood.
Kennedy and Amelia both tried to convince me to go out for the cheerleading team this year. That invitation was not so politely declined. I don't think anyone could pay me to dress in a short skirt and wave pom-poms around. Besides, cheerleaders are usually peppy, and peppy people make me ragey.
Tonight, I'm going to the game for one reason and one reason alone.
Carter fucking Trayland.
I haven't seen him since he saw his car this morning, and my body craves a reaction out of him. If this doesn't manage to pull something out of him, I don't know what will. I mean, the word prick is literally carved into his precious car. That's not something they can just buff out.
The team runs out as I walk along the fence and in perfect timing, Carter jogs over to the bench. When he sees me, he smiles.
"If it isn't the vandal," he greets me.
I chuckle. "If it isn't the prick."
Stretching his arms up, I have to literally prevent myself from checking out the way his muscles flex, and I fucking hate myself for it.
"So, are you here to see me win the game?" he asks, like I didn't just ruin his overly expensive car today.
My jaw ticks. "You wish. I'm only here because Kennedy and Amelia asked me to be."
"Of course you are." He pulls his helmet over his head. "Guess I'll see you at the after party to celebrate our win."
