“Is that her?” She angled around me, bold, and she was lucky in that moment. Fawn happened to still be cozying up to pretentious douche, and if Red had seen this chick staring at her, judging her…
“The fuck you just say about my girlfriend?”
The dark-haired bitch’s lashes jerked up, her brow flicking. “Girlfriend? So, it’s true?”
I paused, wetting my lips. I hadn’t called Fawn my girlfriend officially, but as far as this campus knew, it was true. We had moved into together, were seen together.
I hovered over this cunt, leaning in real close so she could hear my words. “I hear you say shit about my girlfriend again…” I paused, muscles tightening, surging. I physically felt my body locking up, the urge to ring this cunt’s fucking neck in my hands. “I swear to fucking God—”
A force hit my shoulder, clipped. My gaze jerked up to bark at someone else, but the flash of red hair gave me pause.
And the smell.
It was floral and light like daisies in a summer sun. The scent glided in my nose and over my tongue, as Fawn’s hips strutted in the opposition direction of me. I let go of this girl because apparently, I’d grabbed her.
I didn’t know what I was going to do to her as I was too busy watching Fawn leave.
I started to go after her, but this bitch grabbed me.
“Wolf, I didn’t mean to offend—”
I flashed teeth, enough to get her the fuck off me. She backed up like a coward, and nearly ran into my sister who’d been walking over to me.
“What’s going on?” Sloane asked, and she hadn’t come alone. Pretentious douche came with her, Fawn’s friend. Sloane eyed me. “Everything okay?”
“Where’d Fawn just go?” I lost her, my sister in the way now.
Sloane shook her head. “I don’t know. She just walked off. Heath and I were just talking with her and some others, and she said she needed air.”
I bit into my cheek,aircode for she was pissed. I did just have my hands on some chick. Not to mention, that flirty shit she’d been doing with a guy who wasn’t even rocking with chicks.
Said guy actually had his hand out to me, his grin wide. “Hey, I’m Heath. Fawn’s friend—”
“That’s nice.” I left, zero fucks given. If Fawn needed air, she was getting it with me.
CHAPTERFIFTEEN
Fawn
I groaned into the mirror, steaming as I applied a fresh coat of lipstick.
The nerve of that fucker.
He asked me to show up here as his girlfriend, and he let that girl get all over him. I mean, what the fuck was I even here for?
And why was I so upset about it?
Embarrassment hit me just like on the couch today. I’d been definitely flirting with that idiot like, well, a freaking idiot. If he hadn’t been his same douchey self, I may have even pushed things harder, which would have been really stupid.
After fluffing out my hair, I left the bathroom. I didn’t return to Wolf. Fuck that. Instead, I looked for Heath, but as I stalked around the frat house, I couldn’t find him either.
What the fuck is my life right now?
I was aware I was shouldering folks out of my way and slamming doors, but I didn’t fucking care. I didn’t like being made a fool of, and I’d cut my plans short forhimtonight.
Calm down.
Forcing myself, I attempted to contact Heath, who, of course, had been super jazzed about coming to another one of these frat parties. One of our other friends had gotten us into the first one, and since I was dating someone from Legacy, I’d easily gotten Heath access tonight. He’d walked right in since I’d given his name to the guy at the door, and Heath sure had something to say about that. He’d been all questions tonight at our study session, and though we did have lunch on the regular, I had a tendency of keeping my relationship with Wolf under wraps. I was a very private person anyway, so he didn’t make a thing of it.