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“Yep, she did. But nothing happened. I slept on the couch.”
Landon’s mouth falls open. “You mean to tell me you had a hot girl in your bed, a hot girl whoalwaysputs out, and you didn’t smash?”
“Hey, don’t talk about her like that.”
“Like what? It’s the truth. She doesn’t hide it either, so obviously, she doesn’t care.”
“She was really drunk and didn’t want to be left alone. So I offered her my bed, and I took the couch. End of story.”
Landon shakes his head. “I feel sad for your dick, so I can’t imagine how he must feel.”
“Are you seriously talking about my dick being sad right now?” I ask as I stand. This guy is too much sometimes. “Not everything is about getting laid, Landon.”
“Says what guy?” Landon smirks and looks at Rhett. “Back me up here, bro.”
“I’m not getting in the middle of this. All I’m saying is if there was a girl like Lennox in my bed, I’d be clapping those cheeks.”
It bothers me to hear them speak about Lennox that way. It shouldn’t, but it does. I can’t say shit without looking like a pussy or a loser, so I don’t. “Text me the details about the party later. I’m going back to bed.”
“If you don’t hit that shit soon, I will,” Landon calls out. He and Rhett snicker and cackle, and while usually their crap doesn’t bother me, it’s taking every ounce of control in me not to lash out.
Fuck. This girl is getting inside my head. If I don’t stop it, soon the guys will figure out my little crush, and I’ll never hear the end of it.
When I get back to my room, I check my phone, and there’s a text from Lennox. I push down the excitement I feel at seeing her name on my screen.
Lennox: hey ty for last night…see u ltr maybe…?
I wonder if she’s going to the same party as my friends. Not that it matters because either way I’m not going out tonight. I need to be on point for my classes tomorrow.
All I need is my Xbox and someCall of Duty,and my evening will be perfect.
Chapter4
Lennox
The party is packedwith loud music and lots of drinks, but I’m not feeling it tonight for some reason. Maybe it’s the massive hangover I’m still fighting off, or maybe it’s the fact I’m pissing myself off because I keep checking to see if Holden is around. He never responded to my text earlier, nor did he arrive with any of his roommates or friends. I was hoping I could ask what happened last night and why I was in his bed half naked alone. When I got up, he was gone, remnants of a makeshift bed left on the couch. Knowing Holden, he was a gentleman, so he was on the couch, and I was in his bed.
“Len! Shots, girl!” Everleigh yells in my ear and distracts me from my thoughts. She shoves a shot glass in my hand, but after a couple, I tap out, my stomach turning. I need some air; I feel like I can’t breathe in this house swarming with people. “I’ll be out back,” I shout to my friends before weaving my way toward the backyard.
It’s more crowded than I hoped, but at least it’s fewer people than inside. An in-ground pool sits in the middle of the yard, with a patio area next to it and a big table and chair set. Lots of lounge chairs surround the pool, and the yard continues past the concrete and into the grass, stretching far. In one corner of the yard, chairs surround a firepit, with the other side set up for beer pong.
A few seats by the fire are open, so I claim one. A girl next to me I’ve seen around many times before hands me a joint which I gladly accept, inhaling the sweet marijuana smoke deep into my lungs. Just what I need tonight to relax since my stomach can’t handle more alcohol.
After a few hits, the party around me fades away, and I watch the flames from the fire. The orange and yellow sparks mix and disappear into the night sky. It’s like I’m melting from the heat, my body molding into the chair.
So maybe that’s why I don’t notice the girl no longer sitting next to me.
Or the guy who took her place. The familiar one with the sickening sweet scent I want to so desperately forget.
Or how the hair on the back of my neck stands straight up without me realizing, my body instantly knowing he’s near before I see him.
“Ah, sweet Lennox. So we run into each other again.”
His voice hits me like a bucket of ice water dumped over my head. In an instant, I’m on my feet and running. Not once do I glance back. I can’t see his face. I see it enough in my nightmares. All I can hear is his evil laughter, smell his revolting cologne, and remember the terrible threats he whispered in my ear.
I need to get the fuck out of here. I must look frantic, I can only imagine, with how red my face feels and my hair sticking to the sides of my head. Once inside, I head straight for the drinks table and pound a few shots. It tastes like shit and burns the whole way down.
Numb. Numb. Numb.
