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After she slowed down, she blinked a few times, as if coming out of a trance. “Is that enough? Does that help you?”
Maren didn’t move. I didn’t know if she could, because I was feeling the same thing, but Maren coughed. “Uh, yeah.”
That was my cue.
I left my car and began heading into Kellie’s apartment building. We’d already talked about the plan to get inside in case I would need to be buzzed in, but at that moment, a couple guys walked outside so I caught the door and slipped inside easily.
It was meant to be.
“Listen,” Maren’s voice went somber.
I checked the monitor and she had moved closer to the door, which had been our plan. If I couldn’t have gotten in, I was going to buzz her apartment. Maren would’ve let me in, and if Kellie had questioned her, she would’ve acted impatient, saying something like, “I don’t know who that was. A fucking pizza delivery person. Who cares? They won’t bug us again.” And she would go right into the next segment.
This time, I paused just coming up to the third floor where Kellie lived because I knew Maren was about to go real. I heard her say, “I need to know what you’re going to do when you get into Mac’s computer.”
I stilled, in mid-step and waited, my heart starting to pound.
I watched the monitor.
Kellie started to roll her eyes, a dramatic sigh coming from her.
Maren snapped, “She’s been my only friend here.”
“She’s not your friend. Like I haven’t watched you? Like I haven’t watched her? You’ve barely seen her since starting school this year. The two of you are not friends. Not anymore. And she’s weak.”
Pain sliced me.
“You don’t want someone like her as your friend. She’s nothing but weak. Crying. Saying how sad she is. I did you a favor, cutting someone like that out of your life.”
Oh, this bitch.
Willow was not happy.
I almost snorted, because she had no idea. She truly had no fucking idea.
I’m going to enjoy enlightening her, Sis.
I started forward again, and as I did, Willow didn’t respond.
Kellie was going to learn how very wrong she was, and I was so going to love that I would be the cause of her fall. It was such sweet karma.
And I approached her door, hearing their voices as a low murmur through it, my own sense of euphoria began to spread through me. It was as if the universe was on my side, helping me.
Maren finally broke out, her voice strained, “I’m going to do it, but I just need to know why? What are you going to do?”
Kellie yelled, “What do you think I’m going to do? I get in there and I’m sure she’ll be like most people. Her passwords will probably be automatically saved and I can get into any program of hers I want to. Her social media. Her email. I know who her therapist is and I know that there’s a program her therapist had coded. It’s an online journal where she can get access to what her clients read. Again, what do you think I’m going to do with your roommate? I’m going to find all her dirty little secrets.”
Maren got quiet, real quiet, eerily quiet. “You’re going to blackmail her?”
“I’m not going to make her break up with her boyfriend, if that’s what you’re thinking. That’s a lost cause with those two, and besides, I was really only into—” She shut up before clearing her throat. “Fine. You want to know what I’m going to do? Really want to know? I’m going to turn every Macquire University fan against Ryan Jensen’s girlfriend. I’m going to twist reality and confound every single one of them until they blame her for any mistake he makes. Any game they lose, they’ll blame her. Every foul he makes. Every rebound he misses. Every time the ball misses the net, whether it’s from him or his teammates, they’re going to blame her. And this is going to keep happening until I shatter her, and when that worthless mentally defective piece of trash breaks apart, it’s going to destroy Ryan Jensen. And that’s what I really want. I want Jensen broken. I want him to lose his mind because everyone will know why her sister ki—”
I was just outside their door, and hearing every word, ice formed over my organs.
Every single one of them.
This girl. She had no idea. No idea how wrong she was, but she would, and she would very shortly.
Maren ground out, her voice hitching because she was on the verge of losing her control, “This is about basketball?”
