Page 35 of The Vengeance You Crave
Lifting the bottle once more, I try to drown my conscience out. Knowing that he can easily keep stuff from me makes it easier to do.
He shakes his head at me. "Fine. You do your thing. But don't come running to me when it blows up in your face." Turning his back on me, he walks up to a couple of jersey chasers, accepting a drink from one of them and knocking it back like he doesn't care.
It's all a lie though. I can tell by the hard set of his shoulders that he does. He cares more than he'll ever admit.
There's only one person I know who's able to hide the truth about what's really going on with them better than me, and that's my twin brother.
I know almost everything about him. But there's something, something buried deep that he keeps locked up tight, I just know there is.
I used to think it was just teenage hormone bullshit, but as we get older, that darkness in his eyes never seems to vanish.
No one else sees it. They all see the slightly moody, colder version of the playboy act I put on. But I see it and I've ignored it for years in the hope that one day he'd confess to whatever it was but I'm starting to think that whatever it is, he's going to take to his grave.
He has every right to do that, even if it does piss me off beyond belief.
Lifting my hand, I drag my hair back, wondering if I should just come clean to him. Tell him everything that happened back then. I remember feeding him with some bullshit about her cheating on me and then her mom getting a better job in South Carolina, severing all our ties.
He bought it, or I think he did, because he never really questioned it.
How would he react if he knew what really went down, if he heard the lies that spewed from her lips?
A commotion from the back doors finally pulls my eyes from the dark, starlit sky above me and the house.
A group of drunk students all go down like dominoes as they try to get out of the house, and while on another day it might amuse me, right now I barely give them all a second glance because something catches my eyes through the glass door.
Pink. I saw pink.
Placing the bottle on the table beside me, I snatch up a new one and take a step forward.
No. It can't be.
It's just the random girl from Letty's video.
It can't be.
I take another step forward but whoever it is has been swallowed by the crowd that's gathered on the makeshift dance floor.
But then it parts once more and this time, I'm in the perfect line of sight.
The bottle falls from my hand as I watch her dancing with Micah at her back and none other than Letty at her front, who is of course attached to Kane fucking Legend.
Glass shatters at my feet, beer soaking my jeans as people surround her once more and she vanishes almost as if she was never there in the first place.
But she was. I know she was.
"What the fuck, Dunn?" one of the Kappas barks when he sees the mess I march away from.
"Sorry, bro. I'll get one of my boys to clean it," I promise, storming past him and straight inside without a second thought.
More than a handful of people try to talk to me as I make my way through the throngs of people, but as seems to be becoming normal since our failed season, most give me a wide berth while shooting me concerned looks. I get it, I know I'm kinda volatile since everything went to shit.
I stand in the doorway of the room where she is, resting my hip against the doorframe and just wait as I try to come up with a plan that isn't to publicly drag her out of here kicking and screaming so I can dump her back wherever it is she's crawled out from all of sudden.
But as angry as I am at seeing her here, in the middle of my life, with my fucking friends, I know I can't just storm in there. The last thing I need is the rest of them on my case.
I stand there with my heart thundering in my chest and my nails digging into my palms just waiting for the perfect time to make my move.
Does she know I'm here? And if she does, what exactly is she expecting me to do?
