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MORGAN
Where the hell did all these clowns come from? I know we booked most of the rooms on this floor, but this feels like a lot more people than should be here. It’s impossible to even walk down the hallway without bumping into people. Some of the whiskey spills from the bottle in my hand, but I don’t care since I started feeling the effects long ago.
“There she is!” Topher shouts as I step into his room. It’s wall-to-wall people.
“Why the fuck are you yelling?” I might’ve yelled back, but I’m not the fool who yelled first. Or the jackass who is suddenly playing both sides. I don’t have friends. I hate everyone. But Topher isn’t supposed to be all “Let’s get along” and “Cade is so great.”
“She doesn’t know how to talk normal. Or be normal at all. Not surprising.” Ava props a hand on her hip.
I take my previous thought back. There are a few people I hate more than others. “Where’s your fuckstick? I’m about to finger myself, and it’s better with an audience.”
She blinks rapidly as I smile and take a step back to sit on Topher’s lap. His hands stiffen on me for a minute before he relaxes and keeps bullshitting with Harrison. So, I lean back and spread my legs while I ask Ava, “Did you plan on watching too?”
“You’re such a nasty bitch.” She looks away, and I can see she’s trying to discreetly search the room.
“Well, your boyfriend seems to like nasty. Maybe that’s why you can’t keep him happy.”
“He’s not my boyfriend. And I couldn’t get on your nastiness level if I tried.”
“We already know you can’t do anything right.” I smile as I see her take another quick glance around. “Are you looking for someone who isnotyour boyfriend?”
“No,” she lies.
“Okay. But if you change your mind, check 312. He was begging for that sophomore chick’s room number, and my guess is it wasn’t to watch.”
That’s when she finally gives up and lets her sadness show as she steps to me. “I really hope you die. Like soon. There’s no way this world wouldn’t be better off without you.”
I shrug my shoulders as I take another drink from the bottle of whiskey. “It’s a thought. At least the world has a generic version to step into my place.” I push off of Topher and make my way to her. “But I doubt you’d be good enough even then.”
Her lips remain in a tight line as she turns and leaves the room. I already know where she’s going, and this time, I really want to be the one watching. Once I’m in the hallway, I see her running but don’t even attempt to do the same. Between the heels and my head, it might not end well. Plus, I’m not that far away, and she’s still banging her hand on the door, yelling for someone to open it.
When I get close, I stop and lean against the wall just to the side and have enough time to take another sip of my drink as the door finally swings open. It’s the sophomore girl. Her hair is messy, makeup smeared, and she looks to Ava with sheer panic.
“Where is he?” Ava shoves past her.
“Who? There’s no one here.”
The dumb bitch isn’t even good at lying. I could give her a few tips. Like stop following Ava around and begging her to leave. It’s definitely making her look sus. Even as deep in denial as Ava is, she can easily figure out what’s going on.
From the doorway, I see Ava go into the bathroom, then her shouts become shrieks. Yep. She found him. Lenny hurries out of the bathroom with Ava screaming and yelling after him. She’s even taking a few swings at him, her fists connecting with his back a few times. Sadly, I doubt she’ll even dump his ass now.
When he goes to run out the room, he spots me. Leaning back, I perch against the wall, waiting. “What the fuck, Morgan? I told you not to tell her.”
“Oopsie.” I bring the drink to my smiling lips.
“Do you ever feel bad? Like at all?” I don’t look at Cade when he grabs the bottle from me and takes a drink.
Lenny and Ava brush past us, down the hallway. It was an entertaining three minutes, he couldn’t deny me that.
“No.” My back presses back against the wall as my head falls back. “She said they were broken up. I mean, I knew she was lying. But she’s the one who wanted to play the lying game.”
“It’s not a game, Morgan. This is people’s lives.”
Ugh. He’s all sappy Cade from that tone. And I don’t want sappy. I don’t know what I want. But I know it’s not that. “Okay, Mr. Wisdom.”
When I walk away, he’s behind me. “Better than being Ms. Lying Scheming Bitch.”
That’s it. That’s more of what I need. I don’t need his whiny, sympathetic ass. I need someone who will actually challenge me. When I stop and turn to him, he just stands there watching me. Some anger. Some frustration. But damn it, I want whatever it is right now even if I know it’s a bad idea. Craving something bad for me is worse than lying to myself about why I want to make him suffer.
