Page 33 of No Saint
Jade glanced at her friends. “What have I told you? Bad boys and reprobates, Cass.” She shook her head. “Come on. We have class, and Wolf has gullible cheerleaders to convince he’s such a nice, penguin-loving guy.”
Cheerleaders to convince.For some reason, that burned my grits.
Clenching my teeth, I shot them a bird when they turned around and headed in the direction of the mathematics building.
I sold a few more penguins—one to the dean. Just when I reached to restock the table, my phone dinged with a text from Rogue.
I don’t think I’m coming back anytime soon. I’m shitting my life out right now.
And I was hating mine.
The day didn’t get any better. Megan’s bippity-boppity ass stopped by the table just as I packed up. She followed me all the way to my biology class, where I was passed a paper I’d made a D on. Why the hell did I need to know about mitochondrial DNA anyway? Then, during our afternoon scrimmage, one of our star players managed to fracture his shoulder. That loweredour chances of winning against Tech. The only silver lining to that day? I hadn’t eaten that stupid breakfast.
I pulled into the driveway of the frat house. Jade’s Jeep was absent from its spot on the street—make that two silver linings. At least I could go inside and relax in front of the TV, forgetting the crap situation I was in. Because forgetting was my only option at that point.
Dog greeted me with one of his Shiba screams, ears wiggling and curled tail wagging. “Hey, shithead.” I kneeled to pat the top of his head, and the flowery scent of Jade’s body spray lifted from his fur. Couldn’t even escape her when she wasn’t there. I glared at Dog for a moment. “You traitor.”
His fur bristled on a short growl when heavy footsteps pounded down the steps.
Bellamy hauled ass around the corner, toward the closed bathroom door. “Come on, Petey,” he shouted. “I have to shit. Now!”
“Yeah, well, I’m pissing out of my ass. Use the one upstairs.”
“It’s clogged.”
Rogue’s voice came from the kitchen. “Use Wolf’s.”
“Hell no. You aren’t shitting your guts out in my toilet. Use Rogue’s!”
Bellamy took off upstairs as I rounded the corner, with Dog at my heel.
Rogue and his pink shirt stood at the sink, guzzling a glass of water. “I swear to God.” He faced me, and holy shit was his face pale.
“Looks like you’ve had a helluva day.” Laughing, I passed behind him and went to the fridge. The thing had never been so stocked. Sodas and sandwich meats, cheese. Yogurt. Beers galore. I grabbed a string cheese stick and unwrapped it.
“How the hell are you eating that? It’s going to go straight through you.”
“First of all, it’s cheese. It stops you up. Second of all,” I grinned, “I didn’t get the shits.”
A frown settled over his whitened face. “You didn’t get the shits?”
“Nope.” I took a bite of the rubber-like cheese and closed the fridge. “I learned my lesson on Jade’s cooking back in high school.” She’d made chicken casserole one time and somehow managed to undercook the chicken. My bleeding fucking heart didn’t want to hurt her feelings, which meant I ended up with a raging fever and the shits for three days.
He grabbed a paper towel and wiped his face before heading to the trash can in the corner. The metal lid hit the wall. “Oh, those dirty little….” He reached inside and brought out an economy-sized bottle of MiraLAX. “Didn’t even try to hide the evidence.” He shook the container.
I shoved the rest of the string cheese into my mouth, trying not to laugh. “I told you, dude. They poisoned you.”
“I’m going to fucking kill her.”
“They’re like vampires, and you invited them in…”
As if summoned by Rogue’s rage, the back door opened. Cassie and Jade froze in the doorway, both of their gazes fixed on the MiraLAX bottle still in Rogue’s hand. My attention quickly dropped to the sparkly red shorts Jade had on. Fuck me, Roller Burger’s uniform was on a level with Hooters. Her in those shorts and knee-high socks, roller skates in hand, was enough to stir a eunuch’s limp dick to life. MiraLAX poisoning or not.
“You sick assholes!” Rogue chucked the empty container at Cassie, but she swatted it away with a grin. “What the hell is wrong with you?”
“Did you and the toilet have a nice day—” Cassie gave a condescending pat to Rogue’s cheek—“baby?”
God, it was like pointing a crucifix at a demon. It lit, probably, the only fuse he had left.
