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“I have my methods,” she answers, shrugging.
I cross my arms, leaning one of my shoulders against the doorframe. I don’t allow her to come in, nor I give her signs that she’s invited to do so. At least Bree’s not imprudent enough to push me and enter my home without permission. However, that doesn’t stop her from trying to peek behind my back. Her wide eyes and her teeth digging on her lip show her anxiousness.
I don’t know what she’s looking for, but I don’t want to give her a chance to find it. I’m still pissed at her, even if it makes me immature. So, I try to make my body cover most of the space in the frame. Bree’s relatively small—she barely reaches my chest—and it doesn’t take much effort to leave her without options. She has to focus on me.
“What do you want?” The question comes out rough, almost like a growl.
Bree hesitates.
Reallyhesitates, taking a step back. Her lips tremble as if she was fighting against herself. Her hazel eyes are clouded by indecision, a detail that intrigues me more than it should. She looks different from the girl that was trash talking me a couple of days ago. There’s something in the way her shoulders are down like they want to hide from the world. I can almost smell the anxiety coming out of her body.
“I—…” Bree shakes her head, closing her eyes for a split second. “This is going to sound weird. Weirder than everything you’ve ever heard in the world. Actually, I’m sure that you’ve never witnessed anything alike—”
“To the point,” I cut her off, pressuring her to stop stalling and answer the question.
Her verbal vomit is making my study time shorter, and I truly need to catch up. So does she. What is she doing here, anyway? As we both failed the test, she should be trying to find a way to pass the class and not on my doorstep, babbling nonsense.
First of all, how did she even know where I live? That’s something that she should be telling me instead. We don’t party here. Why even bother when there’s always a frat party doing them for us? We just have to show up, drink a couple of beers, smile, and then carry on with our lives. The apartment is our sanctuary, the safehold in the madness that surrounds us. Only a few people from the inner circle and the team have been over.
She’s most definitely not part of any of those.
“I don’t knowhowto get to the point,” Bree confesses in a whisper.
An almost imperceptible blush appears on the olive skin that covers her cheeks, and I frown at her loss of words.
“Start by telling me how the hell did you know where I live and how were you allowed to come up.”
She shrinks, hiding her hands in the pockets of her hoodie.
“I have my methods,” she repeats her previous answer.
I scrutinize her, suspecting of her ways to sneak here. It sounds like she had no problem coming up. Either she has known the receptionist for a long time or…
“It was Ryder, wasn’t it?”
Her expression, although trying to remain unbothered, confirms my theory. There was no other way for her to do it. Ryder is also the only one capable of letting her in after spending a long time looking her up on social media after telling him her name.
Knowing him, he probably sang the complete address.
“I want to know something about your roommate,” she says abruptly, dragging me away from the thought of Ryder.
I’m caught off guard.
If Ryder let her in, why on Earth does she want to know something about him? He’s not eveninthe apartment, so I don’t get what his purpose was.
“About Ryder?”
“No,” she uttered, almost biting the words. “About theotherroommate.”
I raise my eyebrows, wondering how a girl like her is connected to someone like John Carter. The guy is a complete ass, and while she’s stubborn and annoying, I can’t see her with someone like him. There’s a softness in her rough edges that won’t blend with Carter. Even if she tried to. The only thing that they have in common is that they both get on my nerves.
“What about him?” I question, completely lost.
Bree quivers. Her reaction is problematic.
Damn, I hope she didn’t come here to ask me if Carter has an STD.
“I want to know how frequently he checks his social media.”
