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I slip on my clothes, quietly questioning what I could have done wrong for them to all of a sudden leave me out of this. It’s an awful feeling, not being accepted. My confusion turns to pain, then my pain turns to anger, and…fuck those sluts!
I rip open the door, now face to face with Lev, who’s got his hands on either side of the doorframe, still naked. My eyes drag down his chest to his semi-erect dick, then back up to his face. “Can I go with you?” I ask him. It's a risky question, but I don’t wanna show up alone. I could ask Scar, but she’s always so tied up with her guys.
His eyebrows pinch together. “To pick up booze?”
“No, dumbass. To the party.”
“Well,” he scoffs. “Not now that you called me a dumbass.”
“Don’t be such a baby.” I push past him, still fuming over my wandering thoughts. How dare those girls fail to include me in this after I helped them decorate?
“You sure are pissy all of a sudden.” It isn’t until the words leave his mouth that I realize he’s following behind me. He slides the zipper up on his jeans with his shirt hung around his neck. One arm slips through the sleeve, then the other.
A mixture of humiliation and anger stab at my chest. “Forget that stupid party. Didn’t wanna go anyways.”
Truth is, I only have an interest in going because I wasn’t invited. It’s a student-affiliated party and I’m a student. Not like I even need an invitation. Still, it would have been nice.
“Good,” Lev quips. “You’d probably just be a drag like you always are anyways.”
Fuming, I spin around. “Screw you, asshole!” I shove him back then whip around and head to the door with every intention of dragging Scar to this party with me. Once I’m out, I attempt to close the door, but Lev steps through just in time and closes it himself.
“Go away,” I tell him. “I’d prefer to walk back to campus without your constant insults chirping in my ear.”
“Don’t be such a baby, Trouble. It’s just a party.”
“See,” I huff. “That’s exactly what I’m talking about.” I mock him, “You’re a drag, Trouble. Don’t be such a baby, Trouble.God,” I shout. “You’re so damn insufferable.”
“Dramatic much?” he mumbles under his breath, but I hear him. Oh, do I hear him.
My adrenaline is rushing, my thoughts are racing, and I’m beyond livid right now. I’m not even sure I have any control of my body when my fist flies to his face. His head jerks back and I immediately clap my hands over my mouth. “Shit, Lev. I’m so sorry.”
He smooths his fingers down his cheek with an unaffected expression on his face. “You fucking hit me.”
“I know…” I stumble over my words, still surprised at myself for doing that. “And I shouldn’t have. I’m just so fucking pissed right now.”
He takes a step toward me, tapping his cheek. “Do it again.”
“What?”
“Punch me again, Trouble. You know you want to.”
Sighing heavily, I shake my head and turn and keep walking. “You’re insane.”
“If you’re pissed, make it known. You wanna hit me, hit me. You wanna scream, scream. That’s the problem with people today. Everyone holds in all their damn anger until it boils to the surface.”
“As opposed to you, who goes around making his fury known to everyone in its path without a care about the repercussions.”
“At least I don’t pretend.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing, pretending? Pretty sure I just punched you.” My hands fly up in the air and I drop them fast, smacking my sides. “Because I’m fucking normal. When someone does something they regret, or feel bad about, they apologize.”
“Do you regret hitting me?”
“No,” I deadpan. Because it’s true. I’m about to do it again if he doesn’t shut up.
“I hate to be the one to educate you, but an apology means you either regret it, or feel some sort of remorse. And if you don’t—”
“Okay. Would you shut up?” I snap. “I take back my apology. I’m not sorry. Now leave me the hell alone.”
