Page 85 of Depraved Desires

I hesitated, trying to weigh out my options. I could stay here and watch Madison and Collin rub up against each other or leave with Foster and avoid this whole shit-stain of a situation. My gaze found Myles’s, who was watching us with interest. He nodded in confirmation, having heard us and was ready to leave too.

“Okay.” I breathed out.

Foster removed his hand from my thigh and stood. I wasted no time, standing too. This had been an absolute disaster. Foster grabbed my can of soda from the table that I’d left there, and he offered it to me with a raised eyebrow. I shook my head, and a smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth.

Confusion flooded through me as he popped the tab and took a long drink. Once he had his fill, he dumped the contents all over Madison’s head. The dark soda seeped into her blonde hair,splashing on both her and Collin. She let out a surprised screech, her eyes widening in complete shock.

I slapped a hand over my mouth, a laugh bubbling up from my throat. I didn’t know why he did this for me, but there was no point in asking. Foster shot me a genuine grin that had my stomach fluttering.

“Come on,” Myles urged, looking at us with amusement in his dark, blue orbs.

We followed him outside, the sun beating down on us instantly. The fresh air was a nice reprieve from the stuffy, tension-filled cafeteria. It didn’t take long to reach Foster’s room. We all shuffled inside, and I sank down onto the foot of the bed.

“Are you still hungry,Little Dove?” Myles asked me, using that same damn nickname that used to have fear coiling within my gut. Now, I kind of liked it.

“I’ll live.”

“That’s not what I asked,” he growled. His features darkened and he took a step toward me. A shiver rolled down my spine at the intensity of his words in which he’d said them.

I glanced over at Foster who was busy fixing himself a glass of whiskey, and then my gaze darted back to Myles.

“A little bit,” I admitted.

I’d barely eaten before my food ended up all over the floor. If it weren’t for Foster dumping my drink all over her, I’d be sulking and planning my own revenge.

Myles pulled out his phone and started swiping across it, leaving me even more confused than before. After a few seconds, he looked at me again.

“Pepperoni okay?”

A small smile graced my lips, and I nodded. I didn’t know why they were being less assholish today, but I wasn’tcomplaining. After what happened in the cafeteria, the last thing I needed was more bullshit on top of it.

Foster offered me a glass filled to the brim with whiskey. Either he was trying to get me drunk off my ass, or he knew I really needed it right about now. I graciously took it from him and pressed it to my lips. The smooth liquid cascaded down my throat, setting my chest on fire.

“Do you like him?” Foster pressed, settling in beside me on the bed.

A surprised laugh fluttered past my lips. “Who?” I took another drink, not bothering to wait for his reply. I was fairly certain I knew who he was talking about anyways.

“Collin.”

I shrugged. My feelings were all over the place lately. Yes, it made me jealous when he wrapped his arms around Madison like she was his long, lost lover. Yes, there were times when I desperately wanted to jump his bones. And yes, whenever he was near, my heart rate seemed to skyrocket. Did this mean I liked him?

Blowing out a breath of frustration, I closed my eyes. “I guess it doesn’t matter anymore. Does it?” Nothing ever seemed to go my way, and I’d be damned if I acted like a pathetic little bitch over it. If he wanted her, he could have her. There wasn’t a future for us anyways. He was still on my shit list. They all were.

“Food will be here in about forty minutes,” Myles said, slicing through my thoughts. I pried my eyes open and took in the muscular guy leaning against the dresser.

I brought my glass to my lips again and took a long swig. It burnt less going down this time, but still felt good regardless.

“Collin’s an idiot,” Foster said from beside me.

I snorted in response. That was an understatement. “Why are you not being a dick?” I countered, unsure on how I felt about this new change in him.

“Would you rather me be a dick?”

I shook my head. “Honestly…I just want to forget about everything that happened today.” My gaze dropped down to the amber liquid within the glass before I tilted it back and downed the rest of the contents. My lungs burned in protest and my stomach tightened. Heat spread through my body like an inferno as the substance started to trickle wildly through my veins, leaving me dizzy in the aftermath.

I licked the excess from my lips, Foster’s gaze following the movement. The sight had my stomach tightening all over again for different reasons.

“We could arrange that.” Myles smirked, pushing away from the dresser he’d been leaning against.

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