Page 8 of Broken Princess

“Your being back here doesn’t mean shit. And don’t think you’re safe because of whatever deal you cut with Dean Allen. We can still find ways to make your life hell.”

Time to lay down the rules to make this easier on everyone. “Stay away from our parties, stay away from my friends. Just stay in your room and go to classes, and maybe you’ll survive this semester.”

“Oh, I’ll be doing more than justsurvivingit. I plan to enjoy the hell out of it.”

She’s quick, and I’m distracted by what she’s just said. Her knee comes up and connects with my nuts. Releasing my hold on her arm, I double over in pain. “I’m gonna make you pay for that.” I threaten through a wheezed breath.

“Not today you won’t, asshole.”

I turn, resting my back against the wall, my hands protectively placed in front of my crotch. Shit, I should’ve seen that coming. How else did I expect her to respond? If I were her, I’d want to hurt the thing that led to my destruction too.

I’m sitting on my bed with a bag of ice on my dick when there’s a knock on my door. I had the locks changed two days ago, to stop Bella from letting herself in. “What?”

“Logan, it’s me.” Tabitha calls through the door.

I press the code on my phone unlocking it, glad I upgraded to that feature. My nuts are too swollen to make it to the door.

“Wow. Uh, orgy gone wrong? Dude, I told you it was a bad idea to try your daddy’s Viagra.”

“Funny, Tabby.”

“Seriously. What happened?”

“I had a talk with Jordanna.”

“A talk? Like how? Was she talking to your cock, and accidentally bit down too hard?”

“No, I was talking to her face-to-face, but she answered with her knee.”

“Ouch.” She sits on the bed, tucking her leg in front of her. “I guess whatever you said wasn’t sweet and romantically apologetic.”

I don’t answer.

“You threatened her, didn’t you?” She shakes her head, the disappointment clear on her face.

“You know why.”

“What I know, is that it’s bullshit, and you’re taking the one opportunity you had to do something different and you’re blowing it.”

“We have rules, Tabitha.”

“The rules, Logan? The rules don’t say we can’t have someone on our side. You’re the king, you rule this school. Pick a fucking queen.”

“We already have one of those.”

“I wouldn’t be mad if you snuck in a rule that said off withherhead.”

“This conversation is pointless, Tabby. I don’t need anyone by my side, and you can stop with whatever idea you have about me looking for a way to get back with Jordanna.”

She rolls her eyes and snorts. “You? Everything’s not always aboutyou. I wanna get back with Jordanna. She’s one of the few people you banged I didn’t hate talking to.”

I lean my head back against my headboard. “Yeah, me too.”

I’m in my advisor’s office trying to switch my schedule because the one I have is totally fucking unacceptable. There’s no way in hell I can deal with Jordanna in two classes. I’m flip-flopping between feeling sorry for her ass and pissed off that I have to see her. Needing to change my schedule is just another consequence of the bet.

“I’m sorry, there’s nothing I can do, Logan.”

I wasn’t paying attention, and only caught the end of what he was saying, but I heard enough to know he’s trying to tell me my schedule is final. “I don’t accept that answer. I have until the end of the third week to drop or change a class, so what do I need to do to make the switch?”

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