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With that thought on my mind and a smile on my face, I pull my blankets under my chin and fall asleep.

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Hard knocking wakes me up, punctuated by the screeching of my name.

“The hell?” I mutter sleepily, wondering what the fucknow.

Luca looks over at me from his bed, his laptop on his knees and an innocent expression on his face. “I think there’s someone at the door for you.”

“I know that, smart ass,” I mumble, tossing my legs over the side of my bed and putting my head in my hands. “Why didn’t you answer?”

He shrugs. “I didn’t think you’d want whoever that is waking you up with more than yelling if I let them in.”

Good point.

“Zander! Open this fucking door right fucking noooooooooowwwww!”

Fucking Megan. No one else has a flair for the dramatics like she does. What is she upset about at—I check my phone on my desk—nine thirty in the morning?Shebroke up withme.She’sbeen cheating onme. I’m the one who was fucked over.Whyis she screeching and yelling like a fuckingbansheeoutside my dorm room?

Sighing, I push off the bed. When I throw the door open, Megan shoves me in my chest, wiping away any traces of sleep. “You asshole! You fucking asshole!”

“What the fuck?” I grab both of her wrists when she tries to shove me again. Her hands are incapacitated, but that doesn’t stop her from trying tokickme. “Fucking quit before I call fucking security. You can’t be mad at me. You’re the one who cheated.”

“Oh please, Zander. Don’t flatter yourself. You and Slade deserve each other.” The words sound like she means them, but I see the flash of hurt in her gaze. Good. That’s what the fuck she deserves.

I was a good guy to her. I might have bitched about Kerian some, but I took her on dates—some I couldn’t really afford, but I wanted her to have the best—helped with her routine, supported her when she wanted to switch majors, and made time for her even when I was exhausted after practice. What did I get in return? Cheating.

She snatches her hands away, slamming them on her hips. “I knew you were a selfish asshole, but I didn’t think you’d stoop this low.”

“The fuck are you talking about?”

“You fucking flattened my tires because I’m with Justin. I know it was you.”

What? There’s no way I’d do something like that. Namely because I couldn’t afford to pay for any repairs. I get most of my money from my scholarship, and my car belonged to my dad before he died. I know how much tires cost, and though I know Megan could afford to replace them, it would hurt something inside me to slash them.

Besides, why would I flatten her tires, knowing she would suspect me first? That’s an amateur move.

She pushes me in the chest again and I grab her wrists, pulling her towards the door.

I toss her out into the hall, meeting her blazing eyes. “I was here all night after the game. You can check with Bert, he’ll tell you. Out of all the years you’ve known me, even when someone has done something fucked up to me—” I glare hard at her but she doesn’t look like she gives a fuck—“I’ve never damaged their property or gotten into a fight. If you know nothing else about me, you know that.”

Her eyebrows dip as if she’s confused. Everyone knows I don’t like to fight or argue. I will if I have to, but it’s not my style.

“If it wasn’t you, then who was it?” she asks, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Don’t know. Could be one of the bitches Justin was fucking while he was fucking you.” With that, I slam the door in her face, but not before I catch her bewildered then angry expression.

I lie back down on my bed and throw my arm over my eyes.

“Sorry about Megan,” Luca says, his slight weight registering beside me. “Are you okay?”

I shrug but don’t move my arm. “I’ll live. Ain’t shit I can do about it.” I peek at him. “You got a girl?”

“No. I spend too much time studying to date. If I want to get into grad school, I need to focus on my grades. I’ll find someone after I have my PhD.”

Sitting up, I throw my arm around his shoulders. “Make sure they deserve you, Luca. Don’t date who youshould, but who youwant.”

“Thank you, oh wise one,” he says with a roll of his eyes. “And I know you didn’t mess with her car. If you need an alibi or?—”

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