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I bang on the door a couple more times for good measure.
Eventually, I hear shuffling on the other side. So, he is here after all. I probably woke him up from a nap. Not that I really care—he and Ezra were a thorn in my side, barging into my room at odd hours. The only reason they’ve stopped is because Alize has moved in.
The door swings open.
Vance isn’t the one standing on the other side.
It’s a girl.
A girl that’snotNya.
Narrowing my eyes, I give her a sweeping glare. She’s a little taller than Alize. Where Alize’s hair is long and curly, hers is short and bone-straight, not even long enough to brush her earlobes. She’s dressed in a skimpy black dress and fishnet stockings.
This is a Chaos House bird, which only deepens my confusion.
Nya is on Chaos House—why the fuck would Vance be bangingthischick? His first rule has always been never shit where you sleep.
This definitely counts as shitting where you sleep.
“What’s up?” the girl says. “What do you want?” Her voice is smoky, and she folds her arms and leans against the doorjamb as if I’m the one who is somewhere I’m not supposed to be.
I sneer. “Who the fuck are you?”
If she’s offended by my harsh language, it doesn’t show. Her eyes are the color of coal. They match the thick black eyeliner rimming her eyes.
“Skylar,” she shrugs. "Now, what do you want?”
I look beyond her and into the room. The sheets are messy and her boots are laying by the bedside. I’m so fucking confused, but clearly this bitch isn’t going to give me answers. And to be fair, I don’t want them from her.
“Where’s Vance?” I ask.
Skylar grins for the first time, revealing a smiley piercing inside her mouth. This girl doesn’t seem like Vance’s type—in more ways than one, as he usually likes them tall and statuesque and this girl is…not.
“He said he was going to the gym an hour ago,” she says.
Even though I have the information I came for, I’m a bit reluctant to leave.
Should I be trying to squeeze more information out of her? What the fuck is she doing here, locked up in his room, laying on his bed? And if she’s just a quick fuck, why is she so comfortable just answering his door, not knowing who is on the other side?
Nothing is adding up.
Skylar seems to be growing impatient that I’m not speaking. Not that I give a fuck. I stuff my hands into my pockets. It takes only a few seconds for her to break the awkward silence.
“Are you even supposed to smoke in here?” she says, gesturing to the cigarette between my lips.
I look down the bridge of my nose at her.
“You clearly don’t know who the fuck I am,” I say with a chuckle, blowing a gust of smoke in her face. She chokes and sputters on it, her face turning red.
Then, I turn on my heel and leave her standing there.
There was a lot more I wanted to say—like remind her that she’s a guest here, and ought to treat me with a little more respect since I could have her thrown out and disciplined for being here if I really wanted.
However, I don’t know what her relationship is to Vance. Even if she’s just a broad he’s fucking he wouldn’t appreciate me being rude to her, even if talking to her is like pulling teeth.
By the time I make it to the gym, I’ve burned through half the cigarette.
I extinguish it on my palm. I’m notafraidof Vance or anything like that, but I really can’t take another lecture from him about my smoking. For the most part, I’ve been doing it when they’re not around. Hopefully, they’ll forget about that ‘intervention’ they tried to stage soon.
