Page 60 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
That was oddly fitting considering who lived here. Fraternities were supposed to be a brotherhood, and Issac and his friends presented a twisted version of that. Although I would argue that their motto should be “Only true friends' assault together,” instead of “Through brotherhood we reign,” but that could work too.
If anything, I could look at the motto as a good sign. Maybe the other guys were decent and wouldn’t let Issac hurt me. It was possible. After all, one couldn’t reign if they were in jail.
Provided the police would listen to me, that was. They didn’t exactly take me seriously about Issac, so the chances of them listening to me about someone else were pretty slim. Especially, if said person was in the same frat as Issac.
Not every guy in that house could be evil, right? And at least one of them was afraid of me, so there was that. I could totally do this.
Filled with new confidence, I walked up to the door, and instantly wanted to run away.
“No,” I shook my head. “I will not give in to fear.”
I was going to knock on this door and get my stuff back. That bag and everything in it were mine. Issac had no right to take it.
Lifting my hand, I prepared to knock, then stopped.
Did I knock, or did I walk in? What was the proper decorum here? With dorms, one walked in. But they were set up like apartments with a lobby area. This wasn’t a dorm. It was a house, complete with a front door and a brass lion head knocker. If it had a knocker, then I should probably knock.
All I managed to do was graze my fingers over the knocker’s handle before dropping my hand.
What was I doing? Even if Issac did have my bag, how was I going to get it back from him? I seriously doubted he would simply hand it over. I needed a plan. Or a backup. I shouldn’t have left Rachel behind.
That was no easy task, by the way. She insisted on walking me to every one of my classes. I didn’t ask or want her to, but when one would end, I’d step outside and there she would be. It was incredibly annoying.
The last thing I needed was her yipping in my ear about how evil Issac was while I tried to convince myself to confront him. So, when we got to my last class, I told her I had to stay late. We were due to meet outside the lab in an hour. At least she would know something happened to me if I didn’t show up.
Wait… Did Rachel make me feel safe? When did that happen?
Whatever. I didn’t need Rachel. I could do this all by myself. I was an adult, sort of. I was not going to let some asshole rob me of my belongings, regardless of what he’d done.
Straightening up, I rolled my shoulders back and slipped one hand in my pocket where I had my pepper spray, while lifting the other to knock on the door.
It was surprisingly easy to do.
Standing there while I waited for someone to answer, however, was not. I almost jumped out of my skin when the door flew open.
An attractive guy with brown hair looked down at me. The more he saw, the more his lip curled in disparagement.
Until he leaned against the doorframe and tsked, “You lost?”
I felt lost, standing here in my faded blue cardigan while Mr. Designer Jeans judged me.
“No.” I lifted my chin and pushed my glasses up my nose. “If you could get Issac Kratz, that would be very much appreciated.”
I was polite yet firm.
Mr. Judgy brows pulled together. “Youare here to see Issac?”
Why did he say you like that? As if it were so unbelievable that someone like me would dare call on someone like him. I had just as much merit as any other girl, not that this guy cared.There were a few things I learned from my mother’s dating history. There were two kinds of men.
The ones who only looked at physical appearance—like this guy—and the ones who looked at the whole package. Unfortunately, the whole package type was not the majority, and typically didn’t fall within the college age range.
The same could be said about girls. However, most girls would date someone they weren’t initially attracted to once they got to know them.
“Yes,” I confirmed. “I’m here to see Issac.”
He snorted, “Why would he want to see you?”
“I don’t think that’s any of your business.”
