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Someone giggled behind us, and I closed my eyes, trying to hide my annoyance. I hated that I wasn’t the one making her laugh.Stupid Steele.

“Come on.” I held my hand out to Olana, but she didn’t accept it. “Let me take you home.”

She still didn’t waver from her spot. I groaned. “Come on, Olana. Please.”

“No. I’m good. I don’t need you.”

“It’s late, and if anything happened to you, I’d never forgive myself.”

“Again, you’re only helping me to clear your conscience.”

“Stop it.” I closed my eyes, then pulled my phone out.

“Who are you calling? Your dad? Because I know he’d be happy to hear from you.”

“Hi, is this campus security? Oh, hey, Todd. Do you think you or one of the other security guards would be able to swing by Covey’s Cantina and walk my friend home? Yeah, her name is Olana Stephenson. I’ll wait here with her until one of you arrives. Great. Thanks.”

She sniffled, looking down to the ground and kicking her shoes against the concrete. She was annoyed, but what else was there to say? I was doing everything I promised. I was helping her, but I wasn’tgivingmyself to her. Not anymore. My heart was with someone else, and I was determined to do everything in my power to prove to Britt how much she meant to me.

We stood in silence until a security guard arrived to escort Olana home. She said nothing as she left, but that might’ve been because there was nothing left to say.

My conscience was clear, but the guilt about everything still festered in my mind.

Olana …

The shit with my dad…

The shit with Britt…

My life was a fucking mess, and I had no one to blame but myself. I just needed to figure out a way to clean it up.

Chapter 13

Frustrated and angry, I threw my bag on my kitchen counter, annoyed that I had to skip class to avoid my manufactured boy drama.

I knew walking into the lecture hall would be hard this morning; I didn’t expect to have both Erik and Matty watching the door, waiting for me to arrive with an empty seat next to them. I looked between the hockey player and the football player for a good minute before realizing just how uncomfortable pretending to be in love with Erik made me when the only person I wanted was Matty.

So, I did what anyone in my position would do. I said, “Fuck it” and left them to it. Granted, skipping class wouldn’t help my grades, but I didn’t care. I needed some time away from everyone.

After blowing out a breath, I called out my roommate’s name, waiting for her to respond, but got nothing. “Lydia, are you home?” I asked, and walked over to her door and gently knocked on it.

Still nothing. So, I pushed her door open slightly, thankful to see she was gone and I didn’t interrupt her having sex. Thank goodness. Often, I’d lay in bed, wondering what position they had her in to make her squeal like a pig so much and I was tired of her flaunting all the dick she got in my face. Every day there was a new shirtless guy walking around our kitchen, and I was okay with that. Some of them were fun to talk to. It only got awkward when they’d talk about taking her on dates, thinking she was interested in more, since I felt like she wanted me to be the bearer of bad news.

I wasn’t sure if Lydia had a knack for picking guys who could give her orgasms, but she never went without, and I couldn’t help but feel a little… jealous. I’d essentially forced celibacy on myself, and her active sex life was pointing out my lack of one.

I closed my eyes and blew out a breath. It had been so long since I’d felt so much pleasure that I could get out of my own head. The last time was in Vegas, and that memory wasn’t serving me well at the moment.

What I wouldn’t give for an orgasm right now.

Thoughts of that rose vibrator passed through my mind, making my center tingle. I brought it home after Sienna dropped it on my desk, as I had this innate fear she would pull it out when other people were around.

Would it hurt to give it a go? It would help me vent my frustrations, and I really wanted to relax.

I rubbed the back of my neck, doing my best to give myself a massage, but it did nothing. I needed something else. I needed a good fuck, like Sienna said.

Fuck it.

I was in that kind of mood today, and maybe an orgasm or two would help to take the edge off. I walked over to my room with purpose and locked the door behind me. Then I went straightinto my closet and took the box out. Placing it on the bed, I sat cross-legged and stared at it.

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