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Wouldn't this be a better job for Willow? Or, hell, he could try to be nice to Evie's roommate and get her to spy for him. Max can be charming when he wants to be.
ME: Nothing yet. I'll have more free time tomorrow. I'll keep you posted.
MAX: She's not speaking to me. I think she's hiding something.
ME: She's probably pissed about you threatening Leo. Even if she's not seeing him, it was a bit over the top. Even for you.
MAX: I warned him. I warned them all. Evie was off limits.
ME: And he knew that was her?
MAX: Doesn't matter. He chose the wrong girl to hit on.
ME: And you've never done that? Because I clearly remember freshman year when you hooked up with a Zeta sister. You know who I'm talking about.
MAX: I'm not having this conversation.
ME: Why not? Don't like your mistakes thrown back in your face?
MAX: Forget I asked you for help.
ME: No, I'm still going to help you. Just remember that you can't always pick who you fall for. And Leo is a lot like you when you first came here. Determined. Head-strong. Thinking you were hot shit and could get any girl you wanted. And the one girl you went after was the one people told you to stay away from. Think that had anything to do with why...
ME: Max?
ME: Where'd you go?
Chuckling to myself, I realize that focusing on something other than my situation, fighting with Max, reminding him that I know more than I let on, has helped soothe the unease I've been feeling all night. I feel light again. I'm breathing for the first time today without a heaviness in my chest.
As I sneak into the apartment, quietly toeing off my shoes, I try to think of a way to keep this feeling. To maintain control of my anxiety. If I can't have Mya by my side to ease the burden, then I'm going to do everything I can to focus on other people and their drama.
Because digging up dirt on my friends has always been a great distraction.
But when I crawl under my sheets, I can't push away thoughts of a blue-eyed beauty who shared my bed only a few nights ago. And I can't shake the feeling that she wants me just as much as I want her.
Before turning off my light, I send her a short text.
ME: Thinking about you. Probably going to dream about you. And I hope you dream about me too. Night, dove.
It's almost three weeks before she replies. But when she does, the hope inside my chest refuses to be ignored. Because she's asking for my help.
DOVE: I caught Max coming out of Cleo's bedroom. Please tell me she's not the one he's been sleeping with.
When I sawher name flash across my screen, my heart stopped in my chest. I've purposely avoided anywhere I knew she might be, but I haven't stopped texting her the same line every night. For eighteen straight days.
Every text has gone unanswered.
Until now.
Which can't be a coincidence since I'm standing in the Kappa kitchen. I haven't been to a party since the night I carried Mya out of here. I was under the impression that the Zetas were having a party of their own tonight and wouldn't be in attendance. The fact she's texting me tells me otherwise.
ME: How are you?
DOVE: I can't do this with you right now. I'm pissed and on my way to the Kappa house to call Max out. Is Cleo the one he's been hooking up with? Yes or no?
ME: Tell me how you are, and I'll answer your question.
DOVE: I'm fine.
