Page 2 of Ecstasy
She rubs her hand over her throat, breathing hard. “You’re going to regret this.”
I laugh, shaking my head. “Yeah, you’re fucking right. I’m going to regret not doing this shit sooner. Now get the fuck out of my house.”
She stares at me a moment longer before she marches past me, flings open my bedroom door, and slams it shut so hard behind her it rattles the mirror hanging on my wall.
I stare at the space she just occupied, trying to feel good about what just happened. About getting rid of her toxic bullshit. But I have a strange feeling it isn’t over. She probably has no intentions of leaving my house at all.
I’m worried I might actually have to call the police and have her forcibly removed. The last thing I want to do is call the goddamn police because I fucking hate the cops.
I head to my bathroom and splash cold water on my face, trying to shake that uneasy feeling that twists my stomach into knots. There’s a bottle of vodka on my bathroom counter, unopened, that I forgot to take downstairs. I twist off the cap and down as much as I can without puking.
I wipe the back of my hand over my mouth.
Look myself in the eye.
I’m going to go downstairs, I’m going to get fucking hammered, and I am going to bury my dick into some other chick so I can get Zara off my mind.
Fuck her.
Eli
I see Zara but she doesn’t see me.
She’s knocking back a shot in the living room, a group of guys around her cheering her on. I glance around the room, seeing no sign of her roommate, Kylie. No surprise, even though she dropped her off. Kylie is a pre-pharm nerd, and Zara...
Zara is something else.
Clearly, all these dudes don’t know what went down with Alex and her last week or else they wouldn’t be caught dead so close to her in mine and Alex’s house.
Especially after Jamal Clint nearly ended up in the hospital.
But I know why they don’t know. Alex doesn’t have the balls to give her up just yet, and in the grand scheme of things, Jamal was a nobody at Caven. An unsuspecting freshman who happened to have the drugs Zara wanted and the stupidity to let Alex Cardi’s girlfriend suck his dick.
I tip my beer up and take a swallow, keeping myself hidden in the foyer, leaning against the doorway. No one is paying me any mind.
I prefer it that way.
It’s why having Alex Cardi as my roommate—now housemate, I guess—is so damn beneficial to someone like me. He’s got the hot temper, the loud mouth, and the suspension for the next three football games. Always causing a fucking scene.
I’m a wrestler and while compared to his stats, mine are far more impressive, it’s quarterbacks that get the attention in southern towns.
Which is good.
Because I don’t want it.
I’ve been told more times than I care to count that I’m too quiet. That’s because when you’re quiet, people talk around you. If you never shut the fuck up, like Alex Cardi, you have no idea what’s really going on.
And Alex might be my best friend, but it feels strange sometimes to call him that, considering I’m not sure anyone really knows me at all.
But as Zara hops up on the coffee table in the living room and starts shaking her ass in her thong bikini,Ecstasyby Young Thug playing way too loudly, I wonder if she could.
Because I know things about Zara Henderson.
Things Alex doesn’t.
For a brief moment, I think her eyes find mine, and a small smile pulls at her heart-shaped lips. A secret floating between us.
And then I hear Alex.
