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Knox silently folds his arms over his chest, pulling at the black inky lines around his biceps, watching us carefully. Does he know the weight of what he’s asked us to do to Dee? Am I the only one who feels it?
This has to be something with his dad. Knox only does stupid shit when his dad demands it. Stupid, reckless, dangerous things.
Like ruin this girl’s life.
“You’re just trying to be a cock block all because you feel fucking bad. That’s it, isn’t it? You said you could do it but when it all comes down to it, you feel bad.” Reed sticks out his lip in a dramatically excessive pouty face. "Poor fucking Landon can't handle being seen as the bad guy for once."
He’s mocking you, Landon. Don’t let him get away with it. Don’t let them know how you really feel. Don’t let them know you broke the only rule there ever was.
Don’t let them know.
Don’t let them know.
The words sing in a worried frantic rant inside my head.
“Fuck off. I’m just saying, she’s just a girl. Does she really deserve all this?”
Knox leans forward as if he knows the meaning behind my words, that heavy stare growing darker by the second.
Why is he so determined to ruin Dee’s stay here? Why is he pushing us so hard to drive her out of this house before the end of the semester?
I guess the better question I should be asking myself is… Do I want her to leave?
“You won’t tell Violet anything.” Knox’ voice is gravelly and low.
Threatening.
Deep inside me I feel a tangling tug of emotions. Listen to Knox and drive Dee away, or betray my friends and keep Dee around.
Maybe the small bout of feelings I caught over the summer for her is a fleeting thing. They’ll go away if she does. Yes, drive Dee away. Keep my friends. Let my feelings go.
Shit, I sound like that Elsa soundtrack my little sister's obsessed with.
“Yeah, don’t shove this shit off on us too like you’re fucking Christian Christ over there.”
I swear if Reed makes one more comment like that I’ll knock his big head off his shoulders. I dare a second glance at Knox. He doesn’t meet my gaze but a smile quirks the edge of his lips as he glances at Reed.
“You really dug through your beginner's Bible for that one, huh?” he says with a hint of happiness shining in his eyes.
Reed gives a half smirk and makes a jerking off motion with one hand, the other already reaching for his phone; the two things I’m sure he’s fantastic at.
But Mr. Captain of the football team has lots of connections. Connections I’m sure will be flooding the Reyes’s property before the night is over drunk and high.
There is nothing else for me to say, I guess. So I pull a shot glass down from the cupboard, setting it right side up before pouring myself a shot. Amber liquid sloshes in, the deep smell of whiskey flooding my senses in calming waves.
The room temperature glass meets my lips and I let the alcohol slide down my throat, the warmth of it quickly prickling over my body.
Rolling my stiff shoulders, I turn back to my friends, Reed excitedly tapping on his phone, Knox watching him type away.
Something bad is brewing in his twisted mind. I give him an equally wicked smile but he simply watches me with that unnerving gaze of his.
Keep my friends. Let my feelings go.
I try not to let my mind wander too much. It’s a dangerous thing. Knox is right. I think too much.
Yet I let my thoughts go there, I go back to those moments where we were sprawled together across the open living room floor, books open around us. Over the summer I tried to help give her a headstart on the math she struggles with so much before the whole… incident happened.
I cringe. Don’t think about that.
