Page 64 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
Levi wasn’t understanding. He was an asshole. And Issac did violate me. I didn’t ask for it. They all deserved to get pepper-sprayed. I don’t know why I ever thought otherwise. And I sure as hell don’t know why I hugged him.
I didn’t hug anyone, ever. What the hell just happened? How did he twist my words like that? And how did I not catch it? One thing was for sure.
I was going to pepper-spray Levi, right now.
With my hand in my pocket, I spun around to find him when a male voice echoed down the hall.
“What do we know about Georgia’s dad?” That sounded like Issac.
My spine went rigid as my ears perked up at the voices coming from an open door.
Why was Issac asking about my dad? Was Rachel right? Was Issac going to go after my family? Targeting my dad might be hard, considering I didn’t even know who he was.
Mom never talked about him, and when I asked, she’d get this blank look on her face, then go and lie down with a headache. I assumed whatever happened between them was too painful for her to think about and stopped asking. It wasn’t like the guy was in my life anyway. He was nothing more than a sperm donor.
Still…
Curiosity made me tiptoe a little closer, as someone else—who I assumed to be one of the twins—coughed out, “We don’t know who he is.”
Figures. Well, at least I wasn’t alone in the mystery of my DNA. That didn’t mean I wasn’t a bit disappointed. It would’ve been nice to know something about my father, even if it came from Issac. A name, hair color, or shoe size. Anything.
Pushing the thought out of my mind, I marched forward and froze in the open doorway when Issac said, “Yes, you do.”
I stood there with my foot in the air, mid-step, and swung my eyes from Issac to Ravi—the tattooed twin. They were sitting on a large bed in the middle of the room, completely oblivious to my presence, which was fine with me. Because the only thought going through my mind was.
They know who my father is?
There was no way. How could they know when I didn’t? But the look Issac was giving Ravi told me otherwise. He seemedpretty sure that Ravi knew something. No, that was impossible, wasn’t it?
I held my breath, waiting for Ravi’s response. A part of me was excited at the possibility of finally having a name, while another part wanted to slap them for digging around in my personal business. The biggest part of me waited for the inevitable disappointment.
“Don’t you think you have other things to worry about?” Ravi gave Issac a pointed look. “Like the claiming.”
Issac responded with an exasperated eye roll, while my lip curled.
What the hell was a claiming? Who talked like that? Certainly not any college students I knew. Maybe they were involved in one of those whispered-about clubs. Every campus seemed to have rumors about them. The alleged secret societies that weren’t so secret, and were just glorified frats and sororities.
Was that what this was all about?
My eyes trickled over Issac and Ravi’s designer jeans and shirts. It was a crime that horrible people like them looked that good. I could see them as being involved in one of those clubs. They reeked of privilege and arrogance.
So what if I interrupted one of their secret club meetings, or whatever the hell they were doing. That didn’t give them the right to treat me like that. And they certainly didn’t know anything about me. The fact that they thought they did was just sad.
That was when I noticed the items strewn out on the bed.
Son of a bitch.
They were going through my belongings. Well, that was going to end now.
I stepped into the doorway and cleared my throat.
There were a few reactions I expected when Issac saw me standing there, all of which were the reasons I had my hand onmy can of pepper spray. When his cold, turquoise glare locked on me, fear had me wanting to bolt in the other direction.
When he barked out, “What the fuck do you want?” I choked back the cry of panic bubbling up my throat and rolled my shoulders back, hoping they couldn’t see the way my knees were trembling.
“I want my things back.” My eyes dropped to the items on the bed. “You had no right to take them.”
I didn’t like the smirk at the corner of Ravi’s mouth, but I was not going to take my eyes off Issac, who I was sure already had about seven different plans for my murder.
