Page 120 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
This was where the catch came in. “Rachel McMann.”
At just the mention of her name, Slater’s entire demeanor shifted. His face dropped, and his chest heaved with a heavy sigh. “Are you fucking kidding me? Do you have any idea how long it took me to get rid of that bitch?”
“Not my problem.”
“No, unh-huh, not happening.” He shook his head while slicing his hand across his neck. “I am not going near that crazy bitch.”
“Well, you can spend a couple of months fucking her, or years fucking the girl your dad picked out for you. That’s up to you.”
We all knew what option he was going to choose. That didn’t mean Slater was happy about it. I could hear his teeth grinding while he glared at me.
“I hate you so much.”
“Also, not my problem.”
Cry me a river. All Slater had to do was keep Rachel out of my hair. I didn’t say he had to be nice to her. It wasn’t that difficult, and based on the shit eating grin Ravi was sporting, he was going to enjoy Slater’s newfound relationship. He really was a horrible brother.
Pinching the bridge of his nose, Slater huffed out a sigh. “If I’m going to do this, you have to give me something now.”
“No, I don’t.”
What deluded world was he living in? I held all the cards here, although there was a high chance that Slater might try to murder me in my sleep. It might not be a bad idea to give him something.
I didn’t have to give him anything significant. It could be as simple as when she would be arriving or that she was Irish. Not enough information for him to do anything, but enough to give him a push.
“Tell you what.” I slapped my hand on his shoulder. “Not only will I give you something now, but I’ll let you and Levi join in on our fun tonight.”
Intrigue arched Slater’s brow. “What kind of fun?”
Both Ravi and I smirked at him.
In eight hours, Georgia Pyne would regret ever setting foot on this campus.
Georgia
7 Hours and 45 minutes later.
Today was the first day since I arrived here that I enjoyed myself. Rachel had some projects to do, so she left me alone for most of the day. I did have to suffer a very thorough questioning about what happened last night.
It was surprisingly hard to lie to her. For someone who seemed so superficial, she was observant. She picked up onalmost all of my tells. Mind you, I wasn’t a very good liar, but I did manage to convince her that I simply decided to go home.
After that, I was free to do what I wanted. I spent some time in the library, did extra work in the geophysics lab, and then watched my favorite documentary, “Ring of Fire,” which explored the tectonic chain of volcanoes and faults encircling the Pacific. I even got to spend some time going over my Mount St. Helens data. It was a fantastic day.
For the first time since I got here, I felt comfortable. I was really starting to think that Renfrew was cursed or that I was. I suddenly understood what my grandma meant all those times she told me to stop being afraid and grab life by the balls. She probably didn’t mean for me to kick someone in the balls, but if it worked, it worked.
“Oh oh, you think you’re special…” I sang along with Shania Twain while twirling the wooden spoon I used to mix cookie batter.
My kitchen smelled like fresh-baked chocolate chip cookies, I had my own little dance party going on, and in about ten minutes, I was going to have a relaxing shower. Nothing could ruin my mood. Not even the owl who had flown out of his tree and was now perched outside the kitchen window.
I bobbed my head back at him while singing, “That don’t impress me much.”
Know what did impress me? The way Issac crumpled to the ground like a little girl. That’s right, my tiny almost, five-foot frame, brought down a big, strong man with one knee.
“How you like them apples?” I asked the owl.
He twisted his head to the side and hissed out a low, long, “Whooooo.”
Okay, that thing still creeped me out regardless of how upbeat I felt. Why was it over here when it tended to stick to its tree? Could one be stalked by an owl?
