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I turn around and leave, not wanting to spend another second in her presence. I slam the bathroom door behind me and hurriedly grab a t-shirt and some sweatpants from Derrick’s dresser. Once I’ve found a pair of clean socks and some sneakers lying around on the floor, I put that shit on too, rushing out the door to seek out some goddamn clarity. But since I doubt I’ll find that anytime soon, looking for Stacy will have to do. It doesn’t take me long to catch sight of her downstairs, sitting in the living room with her crew, laughing away, completely oblivious that I was seconds away from cheating on her.
“Hey, babe. Where…have you…been hiding…all night?” she hiccups, showing she’s spent most of the time I wasn’t with her drinking like a fish.
I don’t let her say anything else, dropping to sit right beside her on the couch, and palm her face in my hands, pulling her to me. I kiss her hard, hoping she can erase the lingering heat Sky’s lips left on mine. But to my bitter dismay, Stacy’s kiss does nothing for me.
Absolutely fucking nothing.
All I can taste is Sky.
All I can see is Sky.
Even my skin aches for her touch.
I break this poor excuse of a kiss, spiders instantly crawling up the nape of my neck when Stacy’s half-mast eyes shine brightly at me.
“What was that for?” she coos, nestling her head on my shoulder.
“Just wanted to check something out.” I fake a grin.
“Well, whenever you want to do that again, you know where to find me.”
I grab the Solo cup of vodka out of her hand and drink the whole thing down in one gulp. Stacy threads her fingers through mine, her attention now back on her friends. My body continues to be stiff as a board, as if it’s on high alert to all the dangers that might come at me. And when I see Sky walk down the flight of stairs, now dressed in Derrick’s hoodie, and with her sister at her side, I realize that the only real danger to me is the one that sleeps right under my own fucking roof. My body only manages to relax when I see the two of them leave.
Skylar needs to keep the hell away from me.
But most importantly, she needs to learn not to mess with me.
And I know just the person who will be up for the task.
"Hey, babe?" I ask, pulling my girlfriend’s focus off her friends and back on me. "Do you think it’s weird my sister just tried to shove her tongue down my throat?”
"WHAT?!” she shrieks, turning every shade in the crayon case.
Yep, I found the perfect person to teach Skylar a lesson.
* * *
All through Sunday, Sky hardly leaves her room, too embarrassed to come out.
Not that I care.
The only thing that gets me through living with her another fucking second is knowing that when school starts, she’ll never dare provoke me again. When Monday finally arrives, I lean against my locker, counting down the seconds for the showdown to begin.
Like clockwork, Stacy and her army of minions storm through the halls with one sole purpose in mind. As if knowing shit is about to go down, everyone loitering the hall parts like the Red Sea for the queen bee to take center stage.
Completely oblivious to the karma that’s coming to her, Sky doesn’t even register the predator that’s fast approaching behind her. Sky retrieves some book out of her locker and closes it when, without even a hint of warning, Stacy grabs her by her hair and slams her head right on the locker, leaving a nasty cut and bruise on her forehead.
My jaw clenches when I see blood beginning to drip down Sky’s shirt. I shove the guilt down my throat, repeating in my head how she brought this all on herself. She shouldn’t have looked at me the way she did back at the party. She shouldn’t have gotten half naked in front of me. And she sure as shit shouldn’t have kissed me.
You kissed her back.
You liked it.
I push those thoughts down to the darkest confinements of my soul and keep my attention strictly on what Stacy does next. If she tries to hit Sky again, I’ll have no choice but to jump in. I wanted Stacy to cuss Sky out, embarrass and belittle her, not physically harm her. Not make her bleed.
“Bitch!” Stacy shouts at the top of her lungs.
“What the hell is your damage?!” Sky yells back, pushing Stacy away from her.
