Page 7 of Only With You

He shakes his head, brows furrowing. “This isn’t about her. It’s about sending you funny memes.”

It’s pointless, because I know I’m right, but I test my theory anyway. “Then I guess you won’t mind if I unfollow her?”

She’s one of the fifteen Saint followed.

“Why?” he answers all too rapidly. “I mean, do what you want, but I thought she was your friend?”

“Dimmi la verità e lo terrò.”

I could be an arsehole and expose him in front of everyone, but I don’t.

He sighs in resignation. “Mi ha bloccato.”

“Can you guys stop doing that? I can’t understand a word you’re saying,” Jay grunts.

“I tried to teach you, but you gave up. It’s not my problem.” I shrug, dropping my palm from his neck. “Learn it or mind your business.”

I don’t bother to hear his response and motion for Saint to follow me. I trust Jagger and somewhat trust Jay, but I don’t trust Malik. He came from Baylor, but that’s not the problem.

My issue with that university is the piece of shit who goes there. Ashton Taylor, and I mean this with all disdain, my stepbrother.

I’ve known Malik for a few weeks now, but I don’t know him well enough to know where he stands. He mentioned once he didn’t like Ashton, and it seemed genuine, but still, I’m keeping my guard up.

Saint follows me up the stairs and toward his bedroom.

Mine is strictly off-limits to anyone, even Jagger.

It’s the only thing that isn’t tainted by the outside world. The only place I can think when I feel like my thoughts are drowning me. The only place I can breathe and be peacefully alone.

I’ve only ever had two people in my room and not by choice. TJ thinks I don’t know, but I found Phoenix’s—his son—tiny scribbles on my wall. And then there was Hollywood.

Stepping into his bedroom, I lean against the wall, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Talk,” I say as he shuts the door.

He takes the seat next to his desk and picks up the dagger lying on his desk, weaving the handle between his fingers.

“There’s not much to say. She blocked me everywhere.” He smiles despite the vacant look in his eyes, but blinks as if he caught himself zoning out and his face brightens. “I know you’re probably wondering?—”

“I’m not, but I know you’re a creep who stalks her.”

He did a lot last year. He was pining after Daisy, but then stopped. I’m not sure what happened, but I don’t care enough to know.

He sets the dagger down and picks up a book, I’ve seen him read quite a few times. “I wouldn’t say acreep. I’m just…looking out for her.”

People and their need to lie. I see right through his bullshit, but don’t entertain it.

I could ask him why he didn’t just make a fake account and stalk her from that one, but there’s something in his gaze that stops me.

“Don’t pretend to be me.” As soon as those words leave my mouth, he perks up and his posture relaxes. “You can like the photos, but don’t comment or message her, because she’ll know it’s not me.”

Daisy and I got acquainted through our friends. She’s best friends with Lola, who has a son with and is dating TJ, my friend.

I almost considered getting to know Daisy, after I helped her with an assignment last year. I like that she speaks her mind and means it, and she’s confident in everything she does. If it wasn’t because we’re the complete opposite and Saint is obsessed with her, I might have tried to be more than an acquaintance.

What can I say? I like a confident girl with wit and she’s hot.

“I knew behind that hard exterior you were a softie.” He beams.

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