Page 61 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Why was this guy giving me trouble? I expected an argument with Issac to get my things back, but I wasn’t about to argue with someone to talk to him.
“You have a smart mouth for someone who dresses like my grandma.”
That was insulting. Who was he to judge me? I happened to like my jeans—even if they were a little worn and didn’t fit right—they were comfortable, as was my cardigan. Not all girls walked around with their breasts hanging out.
“You don’t even know why I’m here.” For all this guy knew, I was Issac’s tutor or I was partnered with him in a class.
“Don’t care.” He shrugged.
Okay, that was fair. Some people didn’t want to be involved in others’ business. Yet he still didn’t move. He didn’t call for Issac to come to the door. He stayed where he was, judging me with his stare. It was very uncomfortable.
“Soo,” I asked, unsure. “Can I talk to Issac?”
“Who’s stopping you?”
He was. Wasn’t he? Did I misread something or miss a social cue?
“Are you going to go and get him?”
He tipped his head back at the staircase I could see behind him. “He’s upstairs, third door on the left.”
Did that mean I was supposed to go in, because he was in my way? Or was he simply telling me where Issac was? I might’ve been better off going in with Jimmy.
Before I could ask for clarification, he walked away, throwing a “Good luck,” over his shoulder at me.
I stared through the open doorway.
He wanted me to go inside? I hadn’t planned on that. But what did I expect? This wasn’t one child asking if another could come out and play. We were adults, and adults went into the house.
Sucking in a deep breath, I lifted my foot and stepped across the threshold into the den of hell.
The house wasn’t as evil as I thought. It was surprisingly normal. There were a couple of guys playing a video game in the room on my left, three more were snacking in the kitchen on my right, and one guy was sitting at a desk by the stairs studying. All of which were typical college kid activities.
Okay, this wasn’t so bad.
The pounding in my chest calmed down as I headed for the stairs.
“Well, well, well,” a voice purred from behind me, sending a chill up my spine. “If it isn’t Georgia Pyne.”
My hand froze on the banister.
Crap.
I knew that silky smooth tone.
My head felt heavy as I twisted my neck to the figure leaning against a wall to my left. “Levi.”
“I like the way you say my name.” His silver eyes twinkled with a dark gleam. “You’re not scared of me, are you, Georgia?”
I did not like the way he said my name. Nor did I like the way he was looking at me. Someone as beautiful as him should notbe that terrifying. I almost preferred Issac to Levi. At least I was aware of what I was getting with Issac.
Possible violation and torment. But when it came to Levi, there was something hidden. He came across as a fun-loving, charming guy, but he wasn’t. Levi was the razor blade in a piece of candy.
“Jimmy knows I’m here.” I don’t know why I said that. It just came out.
“Jimmy?” a smirk curled the corner of his lips. “Oh, you’re the psycho chick he was talking about.”
Okay, so he was Jimmy, but that wasn’t important right now.
