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“Come sit down and tell me everything.” He takes my hand and leads me to a double-seated couch. The room is nothing like the one Riley and I shared. There’s a small kitchenette to the right, a small living room and two doors that lead to, I presume, his and Jagger’s bedrooms. It’s not a dorm room; it’s a small apartment.
“Where’s Jagger?” I ask him, my eyes dancing around the small space. I have no idea what I’m looking for because, obviously, Jagger isn’t here, but…
When one of the doors opens, my words trail off. At first, I think it’s Jagger, but when my eyes drag up a pair of smooth, bare legs and past the white towel, I see that it’s Hannah.
My eyes shoot to Crew’s. “Why is she here?”
“Ignore her,” he says, before turning his attention to Hannah. “Give us a minute, please.”
“Why. Is. She. Here, Crew?”
He’s still holding my hand, so I tear it away from him. “Where is Jagger? Is he in there?” I jump to my feet that beg to fail me as I cross the room to the door, all shaky and off-balance. My heart is beating a million beats a minute as I shove the door open. Once I get a clear view inside the room, I shout, “Jagger?”
Hannah pokes her head out of an adjoined bathroom, steam rolling out with her. She nods toward the bed. “He’s sleeping.” Then she closes the door again.
I’m gonna fucking kill her. But first, I’m chopping this asshole’s dick off.
My thoughts elude me as I storm over to the bed and tear the black comforter off him. Sure enough, lying flat on his stomach, butt-ass naked, is Jagger. I’m trying really hard not to jump to conclusions because I know Jagger always sleeps naked, but it’s really hard not to when another girl is here.
I raise my hand, bringing my open palm down on his bare ass.
He shoots up in the bed, his limp dick dangling between his legs. “What the fuck?” he growls, while soothing the handprint on his ass. “Scar? What are you doing?”
My arms cross over my chest, hip raised up as I scowl at him. “You first. What the hell were you doing?”
“Have you been crying?”
On his knees, he moves across the bed to come closer to me, but I hold up a hand. “Don’t!”
His hands fly up as he looks around the room. “What did I do?”
Hannah’s voice comes over my shoulder. “Thanks for letting me use your shower. See ya tomorrow at school.”
My eyebrows cave in, and I glower. “Do you even have to ask?”
He points at the door, where Hannah just walked out into the living room area. “What the hell is she doing here?”
“Don’t play dumb with me, Jagger.”
Crew comes in the doorway and Jagger grabs his boxers off the floor, stepping one foot in at a time, before snapping the band around his waist.“I was a-fucking-sleep. I didn’t know she was here. Do you think…? No, Scar. Hell no. I didn’t fuck that girl.”
“You didn’t?” My question isn’t one of naivety. I have no reason not to believe Jagger, and if he says nothing happened with Hannah, Itrust that.
“Of course, I didn’t.”
“Then why is she even here?”
Jagger snatches a pair of jeans off his dresser and puts them on, then fishes for a shirt in an open drawer.Fuck if I know.” He looks at Crew, knowing he has the answer, so I do the same.
“Crew?” I drawl. “Did you know Hannah was here this whole time?”
He shrugs causally, a glint of humor playing on his lips. “Fine. Yes. Just thought it would be funny to watch you beat the shit out of Jagger. Hannah found out Melody is the one who pushed her in the tunnels. I think Riley let it slip when Melody stayed with her the other night. Since that night, everyone knows about the BCA Stalker, they just don’t know who it is.”
“So you,” I say, looking at Crew, “one of the biggest assholes here, did her a solid and let her use the shower?”
“Fuck no.” Crew huffs, coming farther into the room. “We took this dorm room from Victor Hammond and his roommate and booted them in with some other guys. Apparently, Victor and Hannah have something going on, so she came here to usehisshower and found us instead. I agreed, so long as she kept an extra eye on Melody. Just in case she’s the one who’s still helping Jude.”
That makes more sense.Poor Hannah. She has to be hurting, knowing it was her best friend who shoved her head against a wall. That’s almost unforgivable. Then again, I’ve done worse.
