God, I’ve kind of missed him.

“When I was in my senior year of high school, Lyra had a boyfriend that was vile. He would touch me inappropriately, bully me, and taunt me,” I begin, knowing I’m about to do some oversharing. “Kelter is here, at this school. The last I knew he was in jail for raping other girls at parties from our high school, but he’s enrolled under another name.”

Frank almost crashes as he slams on the brakes. “You’re… fuck. Back it up, and I’m going to do my best not to kill us,” he grumbles, taking a deep breath.

I explain how I realized he was here, and all of the places I’ve run into him, and Frank shakes his head.

“Does Lyra know?” he asks, and I shake my head. Truthfully, I never thought to tell her. I should so that she doesn’t get surprised by him. “Are you going to tell her?”

“Yeah,” I murmur. “I’ve been in survival mode, so I didn’t think to tell her. Things have been weird.”

“Even more weird than all of that? Dish, Cassie,” Frank encourages.

“It may make you think differently of me,” I say hesitantly.

“I caught two of my students fucking in my office, while a third was underneath them and making out with their genitals. I doubt I’m going to judge you.” He scoffs.

“I mean, I didn’t do that exactly, but I slept with Lyra and our friend Trenton,” I say softly.

Frank rocks his head from side to side as he thinks. “Meh, it’s college. You’re supposed to have a little fun. So, what’s wrong?”

“They want to try being in a relationship, but the stalker doesn’t like it when anyone is near me. So I pushed them away, and told them they would make a great couple. Without me,” I explain. “I’d rather be alone than risk someone getting hurt.”

“You’re isolating yourself, and making yourself an easier target for assholes like Kelter,” Frank admonishes. “I also think it’s about time you got laid. Was it any good?”

I flush, hiding my face, and he laughs as he parks. I definitely needed this. Maybe he’s right?

Chapter Eight

I have to run upstairs and change, or I’m not going to have enough time to get cute. Our bags are already stashed in Trent’s trunk, so at least I don’t have to worry about that.

There was an insane wait at the bank of elevators, so I’m running up the stairs. I need a shower, an outfit, and then I need to do my hair and makeup. God, why am I so nervous?

I feel as if I’m going on a first date with Cassie, convincing her we’re good for her, except she doesn’t know it’s a date. Ugh, this could go so badly.

Cassie isn’t in the room when I rush in, so I take full advantage of taking a shower and getting ready. I’m pulling on a pair of cute boots when she comes in.

“I’ll just be a few minutes,” she gasps as she runs past.

“Babe, you’re fine!” I laugh as the door swings shut behind her in the bathroom. Cassie rarely takes long to get ready anyway.

Looking in the mirror, I give myself a critical eye. I’m in a lavender pencil skirt, knee-high brown boots, and a cropped, cream off-the-shoulder sweater. My makeup is natural, my hair braided into a fishtail braid with a few pieces curled around my face.

“You look amazing,” Cassie says as she walks out, wrapped in a towel. She’s so scattered, she doesn’t pay attention as she drops her covering as she opens her closet to find clothes. My mouth dries at how gorgeous she is.

I have to hold back a moan as she bends over to find something, flashing me her pretty pink pussy. Fuck, this girl is gonna kill me.

Slipping into a thong, she pulls out a pretty, deep maroon red dress with long sleeves. Clenching my thighs together as I start to get wet, I watch her put the dress on without a bra. Depending on how tonight goes, Trent could have major blue balls and I a blue bean.

Forcing myself to breathe, I watch Cassie put product in her hair and start drying it with a diffuser. I’m trying to decide if I should let Trent know that we’re going to be running a little late.

Me: I’m officially in Hell, in case you’re wondering.

Trent: Do you need me to bring you a fan? I’ll hang out with you.

Snorting, I cover my mouth to hold in the giggles. Fuck, he’s sweet.

Cassie has her back to me as she works on her curls, and keeps flashing me as she bends over.