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Guess I’m just going to have to suffer it out. But that doesn’t mean I can’t be drunk while doing so.
“Listen, Travis,” I say immediately as I walk back inside the house. “There needs to be some house rules if you plan on torturing me while I’m here.”
“Most girls don’t mind the foreplay beforehand, but if you insist…”
“Ew, shut up. That’s number one.”
“What?”
“No more sexual innuendos. No talking about your victims, either.”
He smiles.
“And clothes. Put some damn clothes on.”
His smile gets wider. “Anything else, Princess?”
I groan. “No bringing them over either. Not while I’m here.”
“Yeah, right. This is my house, Viola.”
“Well, I don’t want to hear your nasty charades while I’m trying to study.”
“Put some music on,” he suggests, being difficult.
“I don’t want to walk out to some half naked girl while I’m trying to eat breakfast either.”
“Okay, so no sleepovers. That works much better for me anyway.” He shrugs.
God, he’s relentless.
“Whatever. If you’re having dates over, then so am I.”
He snorts. And then he laughs. The motherfuckerlaughs.
“What’s funny?”
“Oh, I’m sorry. Were you not telling a joke?”
“Screw you, Travis.” I grab one of my bags and throw it over my shoulder. Two can play this game.
After unpacking and organizing my things in Drew’s room, I grab my shower kit and some extra clothes. I plan to hide out in bed and study for my last day of class before break. I have exams in two of my classes, and although I've been studying for them all week, I'll use any excuse to avoid Travis.
When I finish rinsing my hair and body, I turn off the shower and squeeze the excess water from the ends of my hair. I pull the curtain back, reaching for my towels, and gasp when I realize they're gone.
What in the hell?
I look around and don't see my towelsorany of my clothes, not even the dirty ones. Argh! Fucking Travis.
I step on the floor mat and dry the bottoms of my feet before walking toward the door and slightly open it.
“Travis!” I scream, covering myself with the door from the neck down. “Travis King!” I shout again, and he finally comes into sight.
“Yes, Princess?” he asks in a smooth, calm voice. He takes another step toward me.
“Where in the hell are my clothes?”
His lips turn down. “How should I know?”
