Page 12 of Chaos & Corruption

Once Webber’s got his junk in his pants, we make our way to the car sitting at the curb waiting for us. Webber slides into the front passenger seat, while me, Alex, and Robinson try to cram into the back. Both guys are pretty huge, leaving hardly any room for me to sit between them. With Alex’s thigh pressed against mine and Robinson’s bicep basically resting on my shoulder, it’s impossible to get comfortable, never mind I think I’m getting high off the strong scent of their colognes mixing together.

“Here, give me your purse,” Alex says.

“I would but I’m sitting on it.”

“I could reach and get it for you,” Robinson offers, flashing me a crooked smile.

Such a flirt this one is.

“I’m good, thanks.”

“So, your friend,” Alex starts, pulling my attention back to him.

“Mila,” I supply.

“Yeah,” he says, and I watch as he rubs his hands over his denim covered thighs.

As hard as I try not to stare, I can’t help myself. If the car wasn’t so dark, I bet I’d be able to make out the cords of his muscles through the jeans, that’s how snug they are.

“Victoria?”

My gaze snaps back to him and he stares at me expectantly.

“I’m sorry, did you say something?”

“I asked if you knew Mila before transferring here or if you were paired together by the campus housing director.”

“Oh, right. Um…Mila and I have known each other for a long time. We’ve been friends since middle school. She’s one of the reasons I transferred here.” I pause for a beat, recalling Webber’s comment from earlier. When I mentioned what happened yesterday to Mila, she didn’t make much of a fuss. In fact, it seemed as if she had no idea who Alex was. She didn’t mention Webber or Robinson, though, and I’m starting to wonder if there is bad blood between them and her.

“Was she a shit stirrer then too?” Webber asks from the front seat.

“I take it you’re not a fan of hers?”

He laughs almost manically, and I realize the side effects of all the liquor I consumed have started to dull.

“Hey,” Alex murmurs. “Ignore him, he just pissed on a fucking tree.”

“I’d say it was more in the fern family,” Robinson corrects.

“Ignore him too,” Alex adds, and I turn my gaze back to him just in time to see him wink at me. It’s faint and for a second I think I’ve imagined it, but the corners of his mouth curve up and a foreign sensation warms my belly. He breaks the stare after a moment and turns his gaze back to the window. Neither of us say another word and shortly after the car comes to a stop in front of our building. Alex gets out first and holds out his hand for me. Once we’re both out of the car, he moves to the other side and helps Robinson with Webber.

Not sure what to do, if I should say my goodbyes and head up to my apartment, I stall, shifting my weight from one foot to the other as I dig inside my purse for my keys.

“Christ, he’s like dead weight,” Robinson complains.

“He was awake and yapping two minutes ago,” Alex grunts. “We should’ve cut him off.”

“Yeah, well, we didn’t.” He repositions Webber’s arm around his neck and takes most of his weight. “Go, I’ve got him.”

Alex’s eyes flit to me for a moment before he looks back at his roommate.

“You sure?”

He waves him off and starts to drag Webber toward the front door.

“Just get the door for me, will you?”

Alex gives him a nod and rushes to open the glass door. Once Robinson has Webber inside, Alex turns back to me, still holding the door.

---