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“Um, actually I do expect more.”
“If someone’s grilling up some other kind of beef, Ima guess you served it.” She peered at me through her lashes. “Someone tried to get you expelled?”
“Yeah. A girl named Eva lied and said I cheated off her paper. I’ve never spoken to her before, so no, I didn’t serve her beef.”
“Not on purpose, but remember I warned you more than a few women aren’t pleased you’re marrying Victor Wilson?”
My mind suddenly flashed to Iris’s nasty smirk, and her possessive hand on my fiancé.
“He dipped his bag in a lot of steaming mugs, my friend. Make sure you separate out the people who are after you, and who are after your man. The latter will be twice as vicious.”
Unease curdled my stomach. Dear Thor, was I the target of all of Victor’s ex-girlfriends? The guy couldn’t keep it in his pants during a meet-and-greet with his potential wife. Who knew how many girls were secretly glaring daggers at me for taking the hot, rich jock off the market?
“Thanks for the heads-up.”
“No problem. It’s important you understand just how many people you’ve ticked off in your short time here. I, for example, am raging that you blew off my advice and made yourself Saylor’s target.”
“I was already her target, if that helps.”
“No the fuck it doesn’t. She hated you as much as any Dreg before, but now that you’ve punched her in front of everyone who matters, she’s got something to prove. She’ll do whatever it takes to make your life hell, and you’ve stuck me in the middle.” Fury flashed in her eyes. “I told you I wanted one year of no drama. Dammit, I would’ve taken one month!”
“Katie, I’m sorry, but—”
“You should be.” Snatching my belt loop, she tugged open my pants, and dumped her iced latte inside. My scream made two people walking by trip over their feet.
“Katie!”
She sniffed, brushing off her hands. “That’ll teach you to ignore what I say, you selfish ass. I’ll work on Saylor to see if I can get her to calm down, but we’re not going to hang out for a few days. I need time to cool off.”
Katie marched off, nose in the air—heels clacking on the sidewalk. Bugged out and ice running down my legs, I gaped after her, brain trying to comprehend what just happened and stop me from chasing after her and tackling Katie into the grass. How in the hell does she offer to help me, scold me like I’m a bad friend, and then make me look like I soiled myself all in the space of three seconds?
Fuming, I spun around and beat it into the dorm and my shower. “Still waiting for my dislike to turn into love!”
I WAS LATE TO BREAKFAST that morning. It didn’t even matter. Nothing was going on in there—the Rogues were nowhere to be seen.
The next day, I didn’t expect to see Katie waiting on the steps and I was right, she wasn’t there. I set out early, rolling out of the building at six a.m. It was Wednesday. I was due a breakfast with Victor, and there were three more mornings left for the Rogues to prove something to me. Neither one of them said I had to be there that early.
Unfortunately, nightmares invaded my dreams. I woke at four a.m. with a sore throat and split lip from where I bit through it. There was no sleeping after that, so the cafeteria was as good a place as any.
I pushed inside, my click-clacking mid-heels echoing through the short hallway.
“Hello?!”
The shout stiffened my spine.
“Is someone there? Help me! Get me down!”
Picking up the pace, I skidded onto the café floor. My bag slipped off my shoulder and hit the tile, spilling its contents.
Suspended from the ceiling, shouting himself red, was Owen Thasher.
Strips of white tissue paper covered his bent body. They’d hogtied and lashed the ropes around his chest and thighs, hanging him stomach down. A red rubber wattle stuck to his crown, matching the chicken’s beak on his face.
A piñata.
The Rogues turned Owen into a chicken piñata, but the tissue paper did absolutely nothing to cover the fact he was naked. His unimpressive cock swung down for the world to see. The guys weren’t generous enough to cover it in tissue paper.
“Don’t just stand there! Fucking do something,” he barked. “Now, you stupid bitch!”
It barely registered that he spoke. Dropping my gaze, I fell on the bucket placed innocently beneath him. Paintball guns filled it. On its side, they placed a sign:
Hit Me If I’ve Ever Hurt You or Didn’t Stop When You Said No
“Hello? Are you listening to me?” he shrieked.
My fingers closed over the handle. Voices filtered into the cafeteria as students with early morning classes came in for their breakfast.
“Hold on— It’s you. Luna Bowden.” Hatred poured out of his mouth. “You did this, didn’t you? Didn’t you! Because of your useless fucking whore of a—!”
