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Haven is a snag in our plan we didn’t account for, but it’s only a minor one. It only took me two seconds to figure out just how to deal with it.
Inside, it looks like some new people have shown up. Some guys in masks, a few classmates I was hoping would make it, and some faces I don’t recognize. At this point, our party has served its purpose, but I’m still glad it turned out so well.
Thanks to my mask, no one recognizes me, so no one stops me on my way upstairs. I nod to Barrett, who’s still faithfully keepingeveryone away from our rooms. It helps that he has a direct view of the front door, too.
“No issues?” I ask.
“None.”
“Good.”Now let’s keep it that way.
Haven doesn’t seem too worried about Athelia yet, but that could change at any second. If she does something rash like call the cops, we’re all fucked. No doubt, someone saw Athelia head upstairs with me, and it wouldn’t take the police much to find that out.
Haven believed me when I said Athelia left me after a few minutes. The cops, however, probably wouldn’t.
In my room, I tear off my mask and dash up the stairs. Athelia’s phone is still on my nightstand, right where she left it.
It only takes me three tries to guess her passcode, and then I head into her messages. I read through them to get an idea of how Athelia texts. Grammatically correct, always uses punctuation, very few emojis.
I shouldn’t even be surprised.
Athelia:Hey, sorry I worried you. I ended up leaving with a guy and couldn’t find you to let you know. It’s my bad, I should’ve texted you.
Haven’s reply is almost immediate.
Haven:OH THANK GOD
Haven:I was SO worried
Haven:Tell me about it tomorrow?
Athelia:Soundsgreat!
Blowing out a breath, I set her phone on my nightstand and slump onto my bed. That should placate Haven until at least tomorrow morning. As for what to do then… we’ll cross that bridge when we come to it.
Pulling my own phone from my pocket, I text mine, Wes’s, and Cal’s group chat.
Kellan:Handled.
Wes:Thank you.
I close my eyes for a few minutes, soaking in everything that’s happened tonight. So far, things have gonemorethan according to plan. We were originally going to start with tying Athelia to the tree. Having her practically initiate sex with me was an added bonus.
And fuck, what a bonus it was.
Opening my eyes, I look to my floor. Her torn panties are still where I threw them to the ground. Bending down, I scoop them into my hand and bring them to my nose. I inhale and groan at her scent.
Please—please fuck me like I’m a whore.
My gaze travels to my bed. The blankets are all messed up, and the memory of her bent over the mattress is still so fresh, it’s like she’s here.
She begged me to fuck her.Me—one of the people she really, truly does hate. Because I don’t think I meant what I said earlier in the woods, about her not actually hating us. She does, possibly just as much as Wes hates her.
Problem is, none of us can stop thinking about her. We went from punishing her for choosing Professor Kammes over us, to torturing her for plaguing our minds.
She’s the first thing I think about most mornings. I can’t even come without thinking of Athelia damn Harper. And the worst part is, I like it that way.
“Shit,” I grumble. I don’t like doing all this thinking—it only pisses me off.
