Page 78 of Overdue I Love You's
“It’s none of my business, Rhys.”
“Exactly,” he pinches the bridge of his nose. “But Dean he…” a sigh. Another sigh. “I know what he did. And it scares me that he’s here with the rest of us when he should still be inside.”
“Rhys,” there’s a warning gleam in my tone. “He served his sentence.”
It’s none of our business why he’s out, what he did, and we’re no one to judge. If we were to count the sins we make, then all of us would have death sentences. Rhys doesn’t get that and sure, maybe it’s because of his job. But it doesn’t give him the right to judge Dean.
“Did he?” He mocks. “He served six out of the ten years. Got out on fucking good behaviour or some crap like that.”
We reach the top of the stairs. “How are you so sure he’s at fault?”
He gives me anare you serious?look. “There’s a shit ton of evidence, Nova. That’s how I know.” Disagreeing with him pisses him off. “I’ll see you in a bit.”
He can foster his man-child behaviour in his room. What is it with the men here? They’re acting like one small comment is going to make them erupt when they’re the ones making stupid, emptypromises on their own.
Going home sounds super appealing right now.
“Do you think this makes my boobs look big?” Hina pushes her chest out the second I walk through our room.
“I’ve known you for all of seven days and you’re flashing your boobs at me?” Cue Debby Ryan smirk with a hand on my chest. “I’m honoured.”
She waves my words away. “This is serious. Shaan and I might have a connection and I know how men work. Unleash the tiddies to contain the misogyny.”
I laugh at how blasphemous that sounds. “Very contradictory, but okay.” She’s wearing a leopard print halter top with a mini skirt. Definitely pronouncing the chest. “Boob approved,” I give her a thumbs up.
She smirks. “Perfect, I’m totally gonna win him over.”
“Yeah you are,” I slump into bed while watching her throw her hair in a messy updo. “In the meantime, I shall be trying my best to win Rhys over.”Not even sure if I want to.
“Shit,” her almost-black locks fall from her hands. “I’m being a selfish hoe, aren’t I?”
Some awkward form of waving jazz hands later, “Of course not!”
She narrows her gaze at me through the mirror before plopping the mascara brush back in the bottle. “Fine, but if you decide that you hate my guts then speak up. Don’t let those feelings rot inside.”
I do nothing but beam back. “Got it, Miss Adviser.”
“Hey,” she points at me. “I’m a rebel?—”
A tentative knock.
Katarina peeks her head through the ajar door. “Do you have a video on how to do that hairstyle?” She’s looking at me and my head.
“No, she doesn’t.” Hina interrupts. “Even if she did, she’d ratherchoke on it than give it to you.”
“That’s not true,” I glare at Hina while shaking my head before looking back at Katarina. “If you want, I can do it for you.”
She’s being vulnerable by stepping through the threshold and shutting the door behind her. Glancing at Hina who doesn’t hide her sigh or the roll of her eyes, she walks towards me. “I can do it myself.”
“I have no doubt,” I’m already taking out the purple gemstones from my hair that now match with her blouse. She drags a vanity stool in front of me and plops down. “Good thing I’m a master at it.”
My fingers start working on instinct.
Soft hair, perfect skin and body. Katarina lacks nothing.
“Where did you learn how to do hair?” She asks.
“Fuck this,” Hina stops applying lip-gloss, putting it back in the tube before slamming the door on her way out.
