Page 9 of Someday Away

Then she opened that perfect little mouth, standing up for herself, showing me a sassy side of her that I’d only suspected existed.

I hate her.

And today, I learned she has eyes the color of pine in a dark forest—alluring and wild. I’d had to resist the urge to wrap her hair around my fist.

It was a foreign feeling and so visceral.

“Link?”

“Huh?” I look over at Trey.

“What the hell are you thinking about?”

I shrug.

Trey pulls into the school’s student parking lot, and we both get out. He spares his Mustang a loving glance before looking at me with narrowed eyes.

“What?” I ask, annoyed.

“You want to fuck her, don’t you?”

I stay quiet. He knows me, so he already knows the answer to that. And he starts laughing.

“I don’t blame you, but she strikes me as a good girl. She’s probably not going to fall for a deviant like you.”

I smirk at him as we walk onto the quad. “No, probably not. But maybe she doesn’t have a choice.”

When we get to the Wolf Building, we step into the elevator and take it up to the twentieth floor, which is pretty much the penthouse of dorm rooms. Trey and I live up here together, and we have a ridiculous amount of space. The place has two bedrooms with en suite bathrooms, a large modern kitchen trimmed with marble and stainless steel, and a generous living room. It’s not very personal, but it’s comfortable, and it’s the perfect space for the epic parties we host every year.

I drop onto the couch with a heavy sigh, thinking about how to resolve my anger issues with Charlotte Bennett.

Trey tosses his backpack onto the floor and walks into the kitchen, opening the fridge and considering its contents before grabbing an apple and biting into it. The noise makes my skin crawl, and he stops, smiling widely when he notices my irritability.

“I know that look,” he says. “You’re plotting.”

“I’m not plotting.” I look over at him. “Charlie just keeps popping up everywhere. It’s like the universe hates me. She’s in my film class.”

Trey takes another bite of his apple, talking around the mouthful. “So fuck her out of your system. That’s how you’ve gotten rid of other girls.”

I do generally get bored after I sleep with a girl. But I don’t want to just hurt her pride when I ghost her—that seems too easy—I want her to burn, too.

Trey is watching me closely. “Yep. You’re definitely plotting. Your face has that Hans Gruber look, all calculating and cold, like a German terrorist.”

I chuckle. Even after all this time, he makes me laugh when I take myself too seriously.

“Die Hardreferences aside, tell me why this girl bothers you so much.”

I sigh. “She’s the daughter of Ellen and Martin Conner.”

“Whoa,” Trey replies. “That’s heavy. How did I not know Sebastian and Marcus Conner have a hot sister?”

I roll my eyes. “Because you were sky high at all of the Conners' investment parties.”

Trey grins. “I did love hot boxing in their pool house.” He frowns. “Wait. Why is Charlie’s last name different?”

“Martin isn’t her real father. I think she took Ellen’s maiden name.”

He raises his eyebrows. “Was she involved in whatever shit went down the night your mom left? Are you finally going to tell me what actually happened?”

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