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Sloane speaks up for the first time in a while. “All he did was glare and make snide comments about us.”
Viv smiles brightly at that, throwing her arms around his shoulders. “I know! He didn’t even try to stab any of you. Isn’t it great!”
She smiles at the rest of us and I nod in agreement because I can’t bear to see the smile on her face fall. I’m not sure why the others agree, even though I know none of us are sure if Enzo liking us is a good thing. “Want me to take you home?” I ask, knowing this is when she usually goes to bed.
Viv smiles and lets go of Sloane. “Yeah. Let’s go.”
Viviana
It’s been a month since Enzo’s visit and things seem normal for the most part. Zane is always there to spend time with me while Nox and Cain keep their distance. Sloane has been distant, though. He rarely answers my texts unless they’re about our tutoring sessions, which we had to switch to Mondays and Tuesdays because hockey started at the beginning of October. I still have the hockey rink keychain he gave me, and I think about him every time I use my keys. I go to every home game and sit in the back so he doesn’t see me. I really miss the way things used to be between us.
Exams are fast approaching, so we scheduled three days this week, including today, which is Saturday. I decided I wasn’t spending another moment in the library before Monday, so Sloane could either show up at my dorm to study or he could do it on his own time. I was starting to get a little upset about him avoiding me.
I don’t know what I’m doing, but I know I like him a little more than I should with how deep my connection with Zane has gotten, but I just can’t keep the other guys out of my mind. Zane is an amazing guy and perfect in almost every way. He should be enough for me. Yet my traitorous mind thinks about them all the time.
In all honestly, I miss them. I’ve never been happier than the nightwe spent all piled on the floor, watching movies and eating snacks. Something about being there with Zane, Nox, Sloane, and Cain felt so right.
A knock at the door breaks me from my thoughts and I pull the door open to find Sloane standing there in a pair of sweatpants and a SU sweatshirt. I glance down at my very similar sweater. It’s the one Zane gave me. It’s super comfy and big. I’ve got a pair of pajamas under it, but you can’t really tell since the shirt falls so low on me.
“Are you not wearing pants?” Sloane asks, looking down at my bare legs.
A snort leaves me and I lift the hem of my sweater to show him I’ve got a pair of shorts on under it. He scratches at the back of his neck as he mutters about it being a stupid question. I hold open the door and invite him in. He walks into the small room and looks around. His brows raise as he turns to me. “Kind of small, isn’t it?”
I shrug. “Yeah, but Sandy’s barely here lately with classes and Greek stuff, so it’s not that bad, and even when she is here, we still have our own space.”
Sloane smiles at that. “I’m glad you ended up with a roommate you get along with.”
I furrow my brows. “I specifically picked Sandy to be my roommate because I thought we would get along. She’s nice to everyone, and I figured if I acted a little psychologically divergent, she would still be nice to me.”
Sloane’s brows raise. “Oh. Well, I’m still glad you guys get along.”
“Do you want the bed or the desk?” I gesture between my bed and the desk.
“Um… I’ll take the desk,” he says, putting his bag down on top of it.
He avoids making eye contact while he sets his things out. Did I do something to offend him? He’s been distant lately, but not usually like this. Now he won’t even make eye contact with me, let alone smile like he usually does.
I settle in on the bed with my study guide for sociology. Sloane has been doing much better lately and only needs help sometimes. I’mpretty sure without my help he’d be able to get a solid C+ on his exams. I’m hoping we get him a B or a low A.
Reading through the last section we went over in sociology, I tug my hair up into a messy bun on top of my head with my handy chopsticks. Sloane makes a grunting noise and I look over to find him staring at my neck.
My brow crinkles and I run my hand over the column of my throat but don’t feel anything. “What’s wrong?”
Sloane’s jaw tenses and un-tenses before he answers me. “You’ve got a hickey.”
He waves his fingers at the base of his neck, and I sigh. Zane’s been leaving the little love bites all over me. Usually they’re on my breasts, but sometimes he marks my neck. I know it’s a possessive thing and I don’t blame him. I’d tattoo my name on his forehead if I could. I shrug. “Yeah, he does that sometimes.”
Sloane’s jaw tenses once more and he stares down at his book, his heel bouncing rapidly on the floor. Slamming his book closed, he starts packing his stuff. “I should go.”
I jump to my feet with my brow furrowed. “Why? What’s wrong?”
Sloane shakes his head, shoving his things into his bag. Throwing his backpack over his shoulder, he turns to leave. I stand in front of him, holding my arms out to the sides. I don’t want to hurt him, but I’ll stop him if I need to. “Don’t go. Tell me what’s wrong.”His jaw is so tense I’m surprised his teeth aren’t grinding into dust. Eyes still focused on the door, he refuses to answer. “Just tell me what the problem is! I can’t fix it if you don’t tell me.”
That seems to set him off. Flinging his bag off his shoulder onto the floor, he glares at me. “Fix it? There is no fixing it! You want to know what the problem is? You. You’re the problem!” he shouts in my face.
I recoil at his admission. My shoulders curve in as I look up at him with wide eyes. “Me? What did I do?”
Sloane grits his teeth. “You’re just fucking you. I can’t keep you out of my mind. I can’t even look at another girl without comparing everything about her to you. And you know what I realize is wrongwith them every fucking time?” He doesn’t wait for me to respond as he takes another step toward me, standing so close I can feel his hot breath against my face. “That they’re not you.” He’s breathing heavily with his eyes boring into mine. “Fuck it.”
