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The world seems to conspire against me because the broken screen of my phone lightens up with an incoming call. Stanley’s last name glows on the phone, and I curse in my head.
Can he be any more inconvenient?
“Fuck you,” I tell them when I notice their new exchange, and jump off the counter, heading towards my room. I wait until the door is safely closed to answer the call. “What?”
I hear a snort from him.
“Someone’s moody today,” he comments nonchalantly.
“Go to hell, please,” I mutter in a strained voice.
Stanley laughs.
“Nah, I’ll probably bump into you there.”
“Are you calling me a sinner?” I quip, raising a brow even though he can’t see me.
Stanley takes his time to answer. The seconds drag, and it feels like an eternity before he clears his throat.
“Sometimes you look like a small devil when you get angry,” he confesses in a low murmur.
I pause, turning on my heels to meet my reflection in the mirror. I know that when I get pissed my face turns red and that my temper carries the strength of a thousand demons. I won’t debate with that. However, am I reallythattiny?
“Small? Am I not a full devil?”
“Bree, you might as well be a dwarf,” Stanley croaks out.
A groan emerges from my throat.
“I agree, darling.” Ryder’s voice fills my ears, and I wonder if Stanley has me on speaker. “You’re pocket-sized.”
I’m slightly offended. No, scratch that, I’m completely offended. It’s not my fault that I didn’t get the right genes from my dad and got stuck in the body of a twelve-year-old.
In every way because my boobs are practically non-existent too.
“You’re both assholes,” I grumble. “What the hell do you want?”
“I thought that maybe we could skip on the library and meet at my apartment.”
Stanley’s suggestion catches me unguarded.
A knot forms in my stomach, making it clench painfully when I remember that John also lives there. I don’t think that I want to see him any time soon. I still haven’t fully recovered from the shame, so I want to be away from him for as long as possible. It’s not like we were able to delete the message, so he might’ve seen it, he might recognize me.
There’s no way that I can handle that. At least not now.
“I don’t know,” I whisper.
“Give me a second, Ry. Fuck, just give me a minute,” he hisses. I can vaguely hear Ry complain, and I can only guess that Stanley is getting away from him. “Look, Carter’s out of town, and you won’t be seeing him if that’s what worries you.”
I bite my lip without knowing what to say. I was not prepared for this. The least I expected was him inviting me over to his place. I know that we’ve been friendly, especially after the night that we shared in the city where I ended up wearing his hoodie.
This feelsintimate,and my anxiety is rising considerably as my instincts kick in.
“I’m not sure that’s the best,” I mumble, scratching the nape of my neck. There’s silence from his part. “I think it’s more… personal, I guess. A library is a neutral place.”
“More personal?”
“Yeah, you know,” I stammer, shrugging as I lick my lips. “Like something that closer people do.”
