Page 102 of Depraved Desires

“Fuck off,” he growled. “We were never friends.”

I snorted in amusement. “Could have fooled me.” He literally came to her fucking rescue because she got jealous.Jealous! What the fuck had that even been about anyways? For someone who claimed to hate us, she was doing a shitty job at showing it. Now she probably reallydiddespise us.

“She fucked Rocky,” he continued, ignoring my previous comment.

My head reeled back in surprise, but then confusion took place. Sure, we hated Rocky. He was a cocky asshole, beat Collin’s ass, a tough competitor, and grated on our goddamn nerves, but why did that piss Foster off?

“So?” I questioned, arching an eyebrow. “Why do you care? You’re the one who wanted to get rid of her so badly.”

Everything concerning this girl was one big mind-fuck. I thought she loathed us. Then she cradled Collin after she hurt him out of guilt. Now she was jealous. Why were girls so fucking complicated? Couldn’t she just be up front and admit that she had feelings for one of us? I shook my head in annoyance, lighting the pipe and taking another deep hit.

Foster was back to pacing, rolling his lip ring between his teeth, making the metal of the ball clack against them. The sound might have annoyed me if I was sober.

“I didn’t want to get rid of her,” he muttered, the drug doing its job and loosening his tongue.

My back straightened at that declaration. He was out to get her the second she fought back against him. Hehatedher and was attracted to her at the same time. Anyone around longenough could see that. Foster also wasn’t one to admit his faults, or to admit he was wrong. Hell, he never opened up about anything personal. We still didn’t know what happened within his childhood to make him hate women so damn much.

After a few moments, he let out a breath. “My feelings are fucking complicated.” He came to a halt at my bedside, this time reaching for the bottle of liquor. He took a long drink, chugging a good portion of it before setting it back down. “But now that she fuckedhim, that just solidified everything.”

I snorted in amusement, everything becoming clearer to me with every word he spoke. “Did it?” I challenged with a raised eyebrow.

It sounded to me like he realized he was catching feelings and found the first thing he could in order to justify disliking her so that he didn’t have to face his ‘complicated’ emotions. Maybe he had more in common with Collin than any of us realized.

His piercing gaze slid over me. “What’s that supposed to mean?” he sneered.

I shrugged, knowing that if I said what I was truly thinking, he’d coil into himself. “Forget it. Why are you so bothered that she hooked up with Rocky. Honestly?” I pressed instead. “She hooked up with Monroe too and it didn’t leave youthispissed.”

His lip curled back in disgust at the mere mention of his name. “Because I let hertouchme,” he growled. “I let her do things I’d never even thought of allowing. Probably similar things she had also done with him.”

A laugh escaped me before I could even think about stopping it. “It sounds to me like you’re jealous.”

He narrowed his eyes, rage burning through them. “Fuck you, Castillo.”

“It’s normal, dude. Relax. You like her. Just admit it.” I could definitely see the appeal. She was stunning, had a hugepersonality, was snarky as hell, and never backed down, which was both annoying and alluring.

He fisted the front of my shirt abruptly, making me flinch from the speed in which he moved. My head wasn’t registering things as quickly as it needed to, and I was left defenseless as he jerked me toward him, our faces inches apart.

“I don’tlikeher,” he growled. His minty breath ghosted over me, and even I could admit, it smelled nice. “I’ll fucking prove it if I have to. She’s nothing but a slut.”

“Then prove it.” I smirked, clutching the glass rose tightly between my fingers so it didn’t fall. “Oh…wait,” I continued, acting like I was thinking. “You can’t, because you promised to leave her the fuck alone.”

He released me abruptly. “Fuck it.” He turned on his heels and stormed out of the room without a backwards glance.

Idiot.

We almost killed her. He needed to give it a fucking rest. As much fun as screwing with her had been while it lasted, we went too far. Just like we had with Dory. Though, we barely even tormented her. That had been Jessica and Madison.

I ran my hands through my hair, my mind reeling a mile a minute. It still felt surreal, knowing she wasn’t dead. It was the first time I’d ever felt pure guilt. Not that I’d ever admit that to Foster. Even though I knew he had felt it too, he’d still make me feel shitty for having basic, human emotions over the incident.

Blowing out a breath, I winced when my emotions took a new course of action. Since we’d been babysitting Aspen, we all couldn’t attend the meetings with the queen bitches over the party coming up. One of us was always stuck behind. As expected, it hasn’t been smooth sailing. Jessica was constantly picking fights while we were there, wanting to talk about ourrelationship. It didn’t matter how many times I told her thatwe didn’t have one. I was only putting up with this bullshit for Myles, so he better be fucking thankful.

I snatched my bottle off the side table and took another drink before returning it and bringing myself to stand. My head spun from the abrupt movement it wasn’t prepared for, and I stumbled, catching my balance on my bed frame. The high and intoxication hit me all at once, the peak making me feel dizzy. Warmth spread through every crevice of my being and suddenly, life just got a whole lot better.

I didn’t wake up until dinner had already passed, which was fine by me. I wasn’t sure I could eat even if I’d wanted to. The drunkenness had faded somewhat, but the high was still consuming me entirely, leaving me in a euphoric state and making me want to be reckless. This was becoming somewhat of a normality as of late. I’d get high before class every morning and take a couple shots. Afterwards, I’d head back to my room and get completely blitzed out of my mind, keeping a bottle close. I found that it helped me forget, even if it was only temporary.

Stumbling out into the hallway, I didn’t give a shit that my feet were only protected by a pair of black socks. My steps were uncoordinated with every movement, and I didn’t have the slightest idea as to where I was going.

“Hunter?”

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