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Closing the book, I lean my head back and pinch the bridge of my nose. The headache that’s been building for the better part of the day is now in full force, making me wish I could pull my hair out. I should probably call it a day and try to get some sleep before tomorrow’s appointment, but I’m not sure I can. I’m not sure I can face my nightmares once again.
A shower.
That’s what I need.
A shower to help me rela—
The window rattles as a shadow appears in the frame. No, not a shadow.
Prescott.
My heart kicks up at the sight of him, the ache so strong that it leaves me breathless.
Except for that little glimpse of him I got when I was in the cafeteria, I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of my room after I spilled my secrets.
He watches me from across the room, his chest rapidly rising and falling as he tries to slow down his breathing.
He looks awful. His eye is open, but an ugly purple-blue bruise surrounds it. His lip is still pretty swollen, and the dark circles under his bloodshot eyes match mine. He runs his fingers through his hair, mussing it.
Wild and untamed.
That’s what he is.
And I want him.
I want him with all of his wild and broken pieces.
“How long?”
I pull my brows together, surprised by the sound of his rough voice. Surprised by the fact that he was actually talking to me. “What?”
“How long have you been lying to me?”
“Prescott, I…”
“I need to know. I need to know if this was all a fucking game to you…”
I scoot off the bed, needing to be closer to him. Needing to do something to take away his pain. “It wasn’t a game.”
“What was it then, Jade?” Prescott moves closer, his fingers balled into fists by his sides as he looms over me. “Just a hookup? Screw your brother’s best friend behind his back for fun? Well, you screwed me over and screwed me well.”
“I didn’t hear you complain!” I yell back, shoving at his chest just as the door of my room opens, and Grace appears in the doorway.
“What is goin— Oh.” Her gaze bounces from me to Prescott and back. “Wait, how did he get in here?”
“Window,” I mutter, still glaring at the man in question.
“Win—” Her green eyes turn into saucers as she switches her gaze to said window. “I guess that explains a lot. Are you okay? I heard yelling and didn’t know what was going on. Do you want me to stay?”
I shake my head. “I’m fine.”
“Well, if you need me… just yell.” She goes to the doorway but holds back, her eyes narrowing on Prescott. “You hurt her; I’ll kill you.”
Not waiting for his answer, she leaves the room, closing the door behind her.
“Can’t hurt somebody who doesn’t have a heart,” Prescott says softly.
“I don’t have a heart?” I scoff, shaking my head. “Then what are you doing here? Why don’t you just leave? After all, that’s what you’re best at.”
