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The wind picks up, blowing strands of hair out of my clip and into my face. Butterflies swarm my belly when Strange Guy brushes his fingers across my cheek, sweeping the hair away. With a wide grin, he holds his head high, displaying his sheer abundance of confidence. “Cade. And yours?”
“I’m Ri—”
The next thing I know, I’m being jerked by the arm through the doorway. Once I’m in the house, Scar lets go of me, and as I rub my arm, I give her a sour look. “What was that for?”
She slams the door closed with Cade on the other side. “He’s a Kappa Rho and a creep. Stay away from him.”
Makes sense why he’s here. This is his home. Doesn’t explain why he was at our dormitory, though.
“All right, Mommy. What makes him a creep?”
“The guys told me he once slipped some pills in a girl’s drink and took advantage of her. They all warned me to steer clear of him.”
“Okaaaay.” I tow the word. “This is all hearsay, Scar. You can’t believe everything someone tells you.”
Her nostrils flare and she huffs in defense. “Why would they lie about this?”
I turn around and walk farther into the house, kicking plastic cups out of the way and other articles of trash as I mutter under my breath, “I guess I just don’t think it’s fair to judge someone based on what others say.”
“You’re such a pain in the ass. Just be careful, okay?”
Exhaling profoundly, I drop my sarcasm. “Fine. Thanks for destroying my dreams offinallymeeting a decent guy.”
“You’re welcome for being saved from a not-so-decent guy.”
I know Scar means well. And most of my bitching really was sarcasm, but I was also being somewhat serious because I can’t find a good guy around here for the life of me.
Part of me is a little envious that she doesn’t just have one boyfriend, but three. I want three boyfriends, dammit.
Letting go of the possibility that I’ll find Mr. Charming tonight, I get to work on cleaning up this hellhole. The amount of trash in this house could overflow a landfill.
I start in the living room, while Scar works in the kitchen. About thirty minutes in, I realize I haven’t seen anyone else here. Not a single person. It’s pretty strange, considering a dozen guys live here. Not to mention, Cade just came home. Now that I think about it, I’m not sure he even came inside, unless he used a different entrance.
“Hey, Scar,” I call out, knowing she’ll hear me since she’s just on the other side of the wall.
After putting a few more cups in the large black trash bag, I take off my yellow rubber gloves and toss them on the back of the couch. “Scar,” I try again, but it’s still eerily quiet.
I bypass a couple of full and tied bags and what appears to be a pool of vomit on the floor, which makes me scrunch my nose.Disgusting.
“Scar. Where the hell are you?” I step into the kitchen, but there’s no sign of her. It doesn’t even look like she’s cleaned anything in here.
Where did she go?
Reaching into my pocket, I pull out of my phone and see that I have a few messages. Some of which are from last night and it’s a reminder that I haven’t checked my phone since the middle of the night, before Ridge showed up in my room.
One is from an unknown number, but the first four words of the message sent at six this morning grab my attention.
Sleep well, Angel. And…
I click on it and keep reading.
Unknown: Sleep well, Angel. And don’t worry, I’ll keep the monsters away.
“What. The. Hell?”
How did he get my number? And I say ‘he’ because I know exactly who this is. It has to be Ridge. There is absolutely no one else who would send this message.
I quickly type a response, unsure if my rapid pulse is due to excitement that he finally said words to me, or horror that he’s gone as far as to find my number.
