Page 11 of No Saint
Cassie stood on the closed toilet lid, one arm shoved deep inside the ceiling air vent, the plastic covering to which had been discarded on the tile.
“Fuck, yes!” A grin lit her face when she pulled out a plastic bag full of pills. Pills I assumed were not Tylenol. She held it up like a trophy, and I shot a nervous glance at the closed bedroom door.
“Cassie, put those back!”
She looked at me like I was the crazy one here. “No. This is Rogue’s payback.”
The bag dropped into the sink before she grabbed the vent cover from the floor and replaced it. “He just loves being the cool guy with theextrafun parties. Girls can’t resist thefunfrat prez.” She hopped off the toilet, scooped up the bag, and shoved it down her top. “Let’s see how many blowies he gets from his pill pussies when he has no pills.” She lifted her middle finger at the vent before shoving past me. “Come on.”
“Cassie.” I followed her across the bedroom, a thread of panic winding through me. “Stop. You can’t just steal drugs?—”
“Not like we haven’t stolen before.”
That was different. That wasn’t twenty bucks from some drunk; this was hardcore drugs! Which meant Rogue and, apparently, Wolf were hardcore people. “Didn’t you just say no one would dare steal from Rogue?”
“Well, yeah.” She shrugged. “But I’m not ‘no one.’ Besides…” She patted the bulge in her shirt. “These are worth at least a grand, and I already know someone who will buy them.”
“You can’t sell them!” She was going to give me a damn aneurysm.
She stopped in front of the bedroom door and faced me. “Look, I’ll split it with you.”
That had me pausing. Aneurysm aside, a thousand dollars was a lot of money. Maybe not to Rogue, but to us…
“Last I checked, you need money.” One of her blond brows arched. “Unless your foot pictures took off and you didn’t tell me…”
I glared at her for bringing that up. She knew how much I hated that I’d started a Lonely Fans account, but times were dire, and…five hundred bucks would make them less dire. It was enough to pay a month of my parents’ mortgage, which they were currently three months behind on. One more missed payment, and the bank could legally repossess the house. I couldn’t pretend it didn’t feel like a gift from God right then.
Still… “I don’t want any trouble with Rogue.” Or the cops.
“He won’t even know you were here. It’s me who knows where his stash is.” The grin that crossed her face suggested she delighted in the thought of him knowing it was her.
“You’re really going to give me money for doing nothing?” I asked.
“Not nothing. I need a ride to Kappa Theta. And moral support.”
Moral support for stealing and dealing drugs. I inhaled a deep breath.My core values define me.
That was actually something my dad had once said to me, not an affirmation. I could just hear him telling me to uphold my morals, that there was always someone worse off than me. The problem was, the person worse off than me these days was him.
Four
Wolf
Two half-naked girls, shaking their asses on a dining room table, should have been enough to put a smile on any guy’s face. Unless, of course, that guy’s focus was fixed on the fact that his ex-girlfriend had looked at him like she’d rather watch him burn than piss in his mouth.
Maybe there was some truth to the statement, out of sight, out of mind. Things not seen were a helluva lot easier to ignore.
My focus drifted from the bare-chested girls to the corner Jade had disappeared around, and a pussy twinge of pain tightened my chest. That girl had fucked me overandup.
“So, where were we—” a hand skimmed my side—“before we were interrupted?” The blonde I had been talking to earlier stepped in front of me, batting her fake lashes. “I think I was telling you how hot you are.” Her nails raked my arm. “How much I want you.”
I tried my damndest to focus on her, but Jade’s moss-green eyes and perfect lips were still at the forefront of my mind, and I needed to get anything to do with her out of my head. College was about parties. Sex. Not feeling sorry for myself because the one girl I’d loved had taken a shit all over me.
I gave the blonde—who would be hot by anyone’s standards—a once over, but that shitty, weak-ass feeling in my chest was still there.
Jade’s figure was better.
Her face.
