Page 109 of No Saint
I could probably tolerate it for that. “Fair.” That was a lie. I’d last five minutes in a sorority.
“I’m really hoping that’s not another girl’s actual period blood on Bellamy’s face.”
“As opposed to your own period blood on your boyfriend’s face?”
She screwed up her nose. “Less gross than someone else’s.”
Cassie cut through the crowd and hopped to a stop in front of us. “This was so much better than I expected. I’m gonna go make popcorn to watch Rogue getting his ass handed to him by a hippy with hairier armpits than him.”
Drew watched her prance into the kitchen, then looked at me. “You two did this?”
“We just spread the word about the auction. We’re all about helping the penguins.” I faked a smile and did a little peace sign.
She burst out laughing. “I told Rogue he was an idiot for auctioning Cassie. How he ever thinks he has the upper hand with her…” She shook her head. “Idiot.”
“I think it’s like some weird foreplay for them?—”
“Nope.” She gagged. “That’s disgusting.”
A few feet in front of us, one of the sorority girls shouted at a feminist, shoving her back a step.
“Duty calls. Got to pay for that cheap room.” She headed straight into the fray to help her sorority sister.
I, on the other hand, didn’t know what the hell to do. Obviously, I wanted to help the feminists, but I also needed plausible deniability, lest Rogue turn me in. I liked to think Wolf wouldn’t let him, but Rogue seemed a law unto himself, and I got the impression he wasn’t used to being told no. I didn’t want to make life hard for Wolf. Before I could make a decision, a sharp nail jabbed my shoulder. I turned away from the commotion to find Megan, arms crossed over her massive chest, her red lips set in a bitchy frown.
“I thought I told you to leave him alone?”
Seriously. Did she want to sew a name label on him like we were in kindergarten? The girl was mentally unstable.
“Or what, you’re going to slash me?”
In my hometown, if someone said they’d cut you, they were bringing a razor blade to school. There was a reason we’d had metal detectors. I had no doubt Megan was psycho, but she sure as hell was not Dayton psycho.
She gave me a nasty once-over. “You know he only dated you before because you were his high school girlfriend, and he didn’t want to be an asshole. But the truth is, there are just so many better options here than in your backwoods town. You’re just his convenient little frat sister. For now, at least.”
A knot of betrayal sank in my stomach at the thought that Wolf had told her about the little sister thing. She must have noticed because a sly smile pulled at her overly glossed lips.
“Yeah, he told me. You’re so desperate, it’s pathetic. Pining after a guy who’s completely out of your league.”
The words burrowed beneath my skin like a flesh-eating parasite. Gritting my teeth, I channeled the hurt into anger. Anger at her for saying it, at myself for believing it, for not having enough self-worth to just brush them off. I took a step toward her. “I don’t think you can call anyone desperate when you’re dressed like such awhore.”
Her eye twitched, and I forced a smile over my face. I would never let her see my hurt.
“Did you like the new paint job on your car? I think it suits you.” I picked up the end of her blond extension, then dropped it. “Trashy. Attention seeking..”
I wasn’t fighting for Wolf. I was fighting for myself. I didn’t need to fight for him. If he actually wanted her, then she could have him. The thought that he might flickered in the back of my mind, but I squashed it and shouldered past her.
As soon as I crossed the kitchen threshold, someone grabbed my hair. A sharp pain tore across my scalp when my head was yanked back. Megan shoved me against the door frame, looming over me with an insane expression on her makeup-caked face.
Right as I balled my fist, popcorn rained down over Megan’s head.
“You wanna pull hair, Megan!” Cassie shouted, her inner crazy clearly bubbling to the surface. “I’ll pull your cheap extensions out all day long.” Cassie grabbed Megan, spun her around, and slapped the absolute shit out of her.
Megan clasped her reddening cheek. “You bitch!”
Cassie cackled before Megan let out a screech and threw herself at Cass.
Within a matter of seconds, shirts had been torn, extensions ripped out. Cassie took off her high heel and chucked it at Megan’s face, leaving a mark on her forehead. Then Megan tackled her to the floor.
