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We arrive in front of the dorm and he parks, then stares at me. “Okay, okay, I’ll be nice and answer your question. You are a challenge, little rabbit. The worst of all, the most infuriating of all, but most importantly, the most entertaining of all.”
My stomach sinks and a horrible, ugly feeling claws up my throat. It takes me a moment to try and breathe normally.
To try and not be affected.
To try and not let his words hold weight.
But it’s useless. They’ve already grown roots and begun to ramify in chaotic patterns.
“Glad I could be your entertainment,” I bite out.
“Lose the long face and the sarcasm. And who’s the one who was preaching about always wanting the truth not two minutes ago? I could’ve lied to you, but I didn’t.”
When I remain silent, his voice darkens to an edge I’ve never heard before. “Do you want me to lie to you? Do you want me to wear a mask around you, pretend to be someone who’ll be accepted by your pretty little morals, is that it, Glyndon? Because I can be your fucking Prince Charming, knight in shining armor, and dream fucking fantasy all rolled into one while I fuck up your life.”
“I don’t want anything from you.” I open the car door and basically run inside.
He calls my name once, with an edge, but I ignore him, glad that the doorman won’t let him in without a pass.
My heart is beating faster with each step I take. It’s thumping, roaring, and pulsing in my ears in a creepy rhythm.
I have to lean against the wall for a beat to catch my breath.
Damn him.
And damn me for allowing him to have this type of effect on me.
Entertaining challenge.
Screw him.
I fish my phone out of my bra for the card I have there and pause at the number of notifications on the screen.
Ava:Where are u?
Cecily:Answer us.
Remi:Are you shagging? Yes or no. Or moan in a VM and we’ll take it as a yes and leave you alone.
Annika:What are the possible reasons Creighton left me on Read the last…five times I texted him? A, he hates my guts. B, he’s like that with everyone.
Annika:Please vote B. My pride is still bruised from when he said I talk too much. Do I talk too much?
Annika:I mean, I know I do, but not that much, right?
Annika:Where are you, Glyn? We’re worried.
Bran:Call me when you see this.
I swipe the card and pause when a text swipes on my screen.
Lan:Where the fuck are you?
I swallow.
While Bran and I talk and meet up almost every day, Lan and I don’t share the same relationship. It can only be bad news if he’s searching for me.
“There she is!”
