Page 11 of Heartless Game

Iseethed as I watched Sebastian Greene walk Tovah to her car before kissing her on the forehead. Sebastian led Fire and Hail, a secret society at Reina. Rumor was they were into some truly fucked up shit. No one was supposed to know, but I knew everything that happened on this campus.

Why was she always visiting this dick?

Tovah leaned into him as he hugged her tightly, and I had to restrain myself from getting out of my 1986 restored Aston Martin Vantage and ripping the secret society nerd’s arms off his body and punching his face in so he could never kiss any part of her, ever again.

Pulling away from him, Tovah opened the door to the driver’s side. It made a high-pitched scratching sound, like it didn’t want to open. Sebastian said something and she laughed, before getting in her car. I hated seeing her laugh. Hated knowing he was the one who put that joy on her face. Not that I ever wanted to make her happy.

Sebastian closed the door and waited for her to drive off before he headed back inside. As he walked past my car, I ducked down, grateful for the dark screened windows that made it possible for me to see out but impossible for anyone else to see in.

Once the douche was inside, I turned on the car but kept the lights off, slowly following Tovah as she made her way home. This had become a habit of mine for the past god knew how many months—tailing her, waiting in the shadows as she went up to someone’s apartment, and then following her home so I know she made it there safely. I was stalking her, plain and simple, and although at first I had loathed myself for it, now it was a normal part of my life.

My phone buzzed, and my car’s infotainment system read the text out loud to me. It was from me and my friend’s group chat, which used to jokingly be titled the Core Four, but now was called “Core Four + 1” because Aviva’s brother, Asher, had joined.

Judah: Where are you, asshole?

Judah: For once, there are too many girls to go around. We need Dr. Dimples to distract them, especially the ones that are trying to climb all over Jack before Aviva kills one of them and Jack helps her hide the body.

Asher: My sister is not violent, you idiot.

Levi: I’m the only one who gets to call him an idiot.

Judah: Isaac, get your ass over here.

I dictated my text to the car.

Me: Can’t. Busy.

Judah: What the hell? What’s gotten into you lately? You’re all moody and pissy. Did you and Feldman switch places? What happened to the sunny fucker we all know and love?

Levi: It’s not what’s gotten into him, it’s who he hasn’t been able to get himself into.

Levi was always too insightful for his own good. Both twins were, but at least Judah was funny about it.

Judah: Ah, girl trouble.

Judah: Well, a certain curvy pink-haired troublemaker isn’t here, but I’m sure we could track her down and invite her…

I rolled my eyes as Tovah made a left down her street and I followed, responding.

Me: No clue who you mean. And I’m the same sunny fucker I’ve always been.

Judah: Then get your ass over here. I’m drowning in pussy and I need a life raft.

As Tovah found a parking spot on the street, I watched carefully, making sure no asshole tried to accost her. She needed to live somewhere safer. But it wasn’t my business. I didn’t give a shit. Really. For a moment I considered heading to the party once Tovah was inside and getting lost in warm, tight pussy in order to stop thinking about her.

But the truth—one I would take to my grave—was that I hadn’t been able to get it up for anyone but Tovah in fucking months. Yeah, I’d flirted with other girls, took them back to their home, even got them off—but it did nothing for me. I’d bide my time, be a gentleman, and then go home and fuck my fist, imagining it was Tovah’s throat or cunt or ass, until I came all over myself like the pathetic dipshit I’d become.

So I ignored Judah. Ignored everything but Tovah pulling open the door to her apartment building, waiting until I saw the lights switch on in her bedroom before driving away.

She was safe. I was free for the night.

But as if I didn’t have control of my own car, my own body, my own fuckingmind, I found myself turning around and heading back to Sebastian’s building.

I needed answers. And if that meant giving this asshole a glimpse of the monster buried within me, so be it.

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It didn’t take muchto get into Sebastian’s supposedly secure building—just a little flirting with two sorority girls who were on their way to a party. They immediately knew who I was, and when I said I was picking up a friend and hell yeah, I’d love to meet them later at the mixer at Kappa Alpha Theta, or whatever it was, they giggled and let me right in. Oh, and did they know which apartment Sebastian was in? He wasn’t texting me back, the asshole. Probably in the shower. I showed off my dimples and without hesitating, they told me he lived in the penthouse.

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