Page 33 of That's Too Pucking Bad

Colin frowns. “Who’s that?”

“Uh, just my roommate. She has no boundaries.” I giggle awkwardly. “No, uh, we just have this thing, and she wanted to hang out later, but she can wait.”

He eyes the phone suspiciously, then looks back at me. “You’ve got the latest phone now?”

“Oh… yeah.” I try to laugh, but it comes out even more awkward than before. “My old one died. Maya gave me her extra one.”

Colin raises an eyebrow. “The same roommate who’s calling you now?”

I nod, swallowing hard. “Yeah. Maya.”

The phone buzzes again. This time, texts start rolling in.

Your favorite dick: Where are you, Remy?

Your favorite dick: How was your test?

Your favorite dick: Did you lose your phone again? Told you to use this one.

Your favorite dick: Remy?

And then the one that makes my blood run cold.

Your favorite dick: Answer me, Little slut.

I shove the phone into my bag, hoping Colin didn’t see the texts. Fucking Zane.

Colin’s eyes are on me, and I can tell he’s trying to put pieces together. “You sure everything’s okay?”

I force a smile. “Yeah. Just... roommate stuff, you know? She once had a traumatic day with her friend group because they couldn’t decide between a Taylor Swift concert and an Olivia Rodrigo concert.”

He doesn’t seem convinced, but he doesn’t push it. Instead, he leans in and kisses me gently on the forehead. “Okay. Sounds weird but whatever. Rich people problems.”

I nod, feeling my stomach twist with guilt. I hate lying to Colin, but what the hell am I supposed to say?Oh, by the way, this psycho who seems to have a sick obsession with me just gave me a new phone and won’t stop texting me.Oh, and did I mention that technically, he licked my pussy and I thoroughly enjoyed it and fantasize about it now?

Yeah, no. That’ll go over well.

We finish our sandwiches in silence, and I try to ignore the nagging feeling that this whole thing with Zane is going to blow up in my face sooner or later.

Later that night, I’m lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, trying to figure out what the hell to do about the Zane situation. My phone buzzes again, and I glance at it reluctantly.

More texts from him.

Your favorite dick: Do you miss me?

Your favorite dick: I know you’re thinking about me.

Your favorite dick: Don’t ignore me, baby. You’re not going to like what happens when you do.

I grit my teeth, feeling my anger rise. I don’t know how much longer I can take this. He’s fucking relentless.

Another buzz.

Your favorite dick: You looked beautiful today.

I sit up in bed, heart racing. How the fuck does he know what I was wearing?

That’s it. I’m done with this bullshit.

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