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I waketo the soft sound of Paige's voice, urging me to wake up. At first, I roll over and pull the blanket up and over my head, but when I inhale the familiar scent of Carter's cologne, everything comes rushing back.
Stealing Beverly's car.
CrashingBeverly's car.
Fighting with Carter.
And oh God, fucking Carter.
I groan and move the blanket from my face. "What the fuck is wrong with me?"
Paige chuckles and sits down on the edge of Carter's bed. "I mean, personally I just think you're grieving. Everyone does it in their own way. Yours just happens to be a little more...lethal."
My eyes shoot open as I realize I'm still naked. "Please tell me Carter isn't here."
She shakes her head. "Jace said he left when he woke up. He should be back soon though."
"Shit."
I quickly weigh my options and realize I would rather let Paige see me naked than have Carter come back before I get the fuck out of here. I jump out of bed and rush to throw my clothes on, not even flinching as Paige's eyes widen. I'm dressed in record time and, just before I make a run for it, I notice the bottle of water in Paige's hand.
"Is that for me?"
She looks down at it and nods. "Uh, yeah."
I take it from her and kiss her cheek. "You're a gem."
I'm in such a rush that I almost forget she just saw me naked and knows exactly what happened last night. I turn around at the last minute and peek my head in the door.
"Oh and if you could keep what you saw in here to yourself, that'd be great."
Chuckling, she smiles at me. "I didn't see anything."
"Thanks."
And just like that, I'm out the door before Carter has a chance to come back and try to stop me.
As I make my way through campus, the thought of going back to my dorm and having to see Beverly right now makes my stomach churn. I mean, do I regret stealing her car and crashing it? Probably not nearly as much as I should. But do I think there's a little bit of psychopath somewhere deep inside of her? Absolutely. With the way she acts, her grandmother probably teaches her to make voodoo dolls of all her high school bullies.
Instead of dealing with her and her crazy, I decide to go to Kennedy's instead. Her dorm isn't far from mine, and even better, it's about halfway between mine and Carter's. After having to share with someone she couldn't stand last year, this year she ended up with a single.
Lucky bitch.
The second I get to her room, I don't even bother knocking. I just walk right in. She watches me curiously as I go straight to her bed and land on it face first.
"What the hell happened to you?" she asks, chuckling.
I roll over and stare at the ceiling. "Well, let's see. I had a mental breakdown, stole my roommate’s car, crashed it into Carter's Lamborghini, that probably costs more than my entire tuition, and then was held hostage all night by Trayland the Dictator."
No part of me plans to mention anything about the events that took place after Carter refused to let me leave last night. It's bad enough that I still can't seem to forget how it felt when he touched me, and that I gave everything up to a guy I'm supposed to hate. And the worst part of all? I fucking loved it.
She just so happens to be drinking something when the words leave my mouth, and somewhere between stealing the car and totaling the Lambo, she starts coughing violently. Her fist pounds against her chest as she tries to catch her breath, and I sit up and watch as her face turns red.
"You better be fine, because I don't know the Heimlich or CPR," I tell her.
Flipping me off, she finally manages to get all the water out of the wrong pipe. "It's official. You've gone insane."
I tilt my head from side to side. "Yeah. I'll admit it was a bit much."
