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“I need to drop you off. You didn’t need to go anywhere else, did you?” He looks flustered all of a sudden, and I frown.
“Everything okay?”
“I’m fine. Just got somewhere I need to be. You good?” He checks his phone once again, and I can’t help but wonder what’s got him so worked up all of a sudden.
“Yeah, you can take me home.”
Ren doesn’t even respond, and once we make it back to the frat, he doesn’t even park, just waits for me to grab my things and speeds off once again.
CHAPTER TWELVE
“Angel Pt. 2” by JVKE feat. Jimin of BTS, Charlie Puth, and Muni Long
REN
My phone lights up with another notification, but I don’t check it. I can’t. I’m driving too fast to risk taking my eyes off the road.
Besides, I already know what it says.
Fez only texts me for one reason. Kelly’s back.
It only takes me a few minutes to make it to the motel. To find her car parked outside, still running, and her daughter in the back seat. I park, jump out, and stomp over to Fez. Handing me the room key, he sighs.
“I can’t do this every time, man. You either get your girl under control, or–”
“She’s not my girl,” I snap.
“You sure fucking keep tabs on her like she is,” Fez scoffs, shaking his head. “If she’s not your girl, why do you care who she fucks.”
“I don’t.” It’s true. But I do care that she’s got her daughter in the back seat, alone, in a shady fucking area while she blows some guy for drug money. This is my fault. I’m responsible for the person she’s turned into. I’m the one that destroyed her…
“You can’t keep doing this,” Fez sighs.
I turn away from him, not wanting to hear his shit.
Because he’s right. This is the last time I’m doing this shit. But the little girl in the back seat of Kelly’s car sees me and waves, reminding me exactly why I always say never again but then come running right back to the same old shit.
Reminding me exactly why I’m no good for Rose.
CHAPTER THIRTEEN
“You Don’t Own Me” by SAYGRACE ft. G-Eazy
ROSE
I got home from the mall three hours ago and started pregaming before the party tonight. I’m just tipsy enough to go looking for trouble.
Ren fanned the flames that Nash ignited, and I’m desperate to feel the burn.
“Is there something wrong with me?” I grumble as I stomp into the living room, grabbing one of the bottles off the coffee table that the guys laid out for the party.
“What?” Nash asks, glancing up from his book. He lifts his brow at me and looks me over like I’m asking if I look ugly in my sweats. I don’t. I look hot. Even in sweats. Confidence is all in your head, after all. So even if I do look like a bridge troll, I’m mentally sticking with sexy bridge troll.
“What are you reading?” I try to get a look at the title as I drag my feet over to the couch, flopping down next to him.
“Are you already drunk?” Nash glares, hiding his book from me. I ignore his question and cuddle down into the cushions. Resting my head back, I can stare up at the ceiling.
“No. Haven’t had a sip, mister judgy.” I roll my eyes. “Okay, that's a lie. I’ve had a few sips. I’m a tiny bit tipsy.”
