Page 10 of The Midnight Confessions: Part Four

Sighing, she steps away slowly. “That’s not true. You two are perfect together. Polar opposites in looks, both popular, and you’ve always gotten along. I’ll remind him that I’m past what happened in high school, so he should be too,” Cassie says, as if that’s all there is to it.

“Cassie,” I huff as she picks up her backpack. “You’re running away. How are we expected to just turn off our feelings for you?”

“It was always going to be one night, nothing more. As for you and me, it’s not safe. If what happened to Dena happened to you, I’d never forgive myself. Just give me some time to figure out who my stalker is. I think I may be close,” she says cryptically.

“Cassie, who do you think it is?” I ask urgently, but she’s already walking out the door.

“I don’t want to tell anyone until I’m sure,” she murmurs, and then she’s gone.

Sighing, I wipe my eyes of the rest of the tears, wincing when I hear my phone ring. Picking it up, I drop to my bed when I see it’s Trent. Swallowing hard, I know I’m going to regret it, but I send it to voicemail. I want to talk to him, but I don’t want him to hear that I’ve been crying. Emotional blackmail is icky, and he’ll want to know what’s wrong.

I’m crying because my life is so fucked up. I have an amazing possible boyfriend, and I don’t think I deserve him.

Trent: I’m going to call again, and you’re going to pick up. I’m ten minutes from your dorm building, and not above coming up to knock on your door. Answer, Lyra.

Dammit.

A video call request comes through, and I pick up my phone, throwing myself back on the bed.

“Fuck my life,” I mutter, but I still pick up. “Hey, Trenton.”

Trent stares at me hard, his gray eyes drinking me in. I can tell he sees way more than I want him to, so I look away.

“Why are you crying?” he grunts, and I can tell he’s trying to contain his emotions.

“I’m… I didn’t sleep well last night. I shouldn’t have picked up the phone. I need…”

“I’m outside of your room. Let me in now, beautiful,” Trent says, and I glance back to the phone. He’s actually getting out of the elevator.

“How? Why?” I ask, sitting up. “Did you see Cassie on the way up?”

“So many questions,” he snorts. “I was walking into the dorm building when you picked up, but you weren’t looking at the camera anymore when I got into the elevator. To answer, I didn’t see her, I must have just missed her. Now, open the door.”

My core clenches at his last words, and I tell myself to calm down. Trent isn’t usually forceful with me, but fuck, if it isn’t hot.

A knock sounds at the door, and I sigh, standing to answer. Trent is there as I stand in front of him, and I hang up.

“I’m really fine—”

“Don’t lie to me,” Trent growls, throwing me over his shoulder as he walks in. Ignoring my squeal, he spanks my ass as he slams the door behind him. “Don’t call me Trenton, either.”

This is punctuated as he throws me through the air onto my bed.

“Trent,” I gasp, and he nods.

“That’s a start,” he says as he drops his backpack and covers my body with his. “I can still see the tear tracks, Lyra. Why were you crying?”

“I don’t deserve you,” I whisper, figuring I’ll come clean. “I’m not a good person, and you should be with someone who is as sweet as you are.”

“Stop talking about yourself that way,” he murmurs, brushing his lips over mine. “Why do you taste like peaches? Fuck, did you kiss Cassie? I’m so damn jealous right now.”

Lips twitching, I nod. “Cassie saw I was upset and kissed me. I told her we missed her, and that we needed her, but she walked away from me. I’m a mess today, but also worried. She caught some guy attacking a girl in the gym.”

“What the fuck? Did she say who?” he asks, flipping us so I’m laying on him.

“No, I just know that the campus police were less than helpful. Cassie said she’s going to avoid the gym at night from now on, but I hate that this place doesn’t feel safe. It makes me wonder if I should call my parents and tell them about this,” I confess.

“You should do whatever you feel comfortable doing, beautiful, but they’re in Germany and will just worry,” Trent says.

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