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“Last item on the agenda,” Hillary says. “The dean spoke to me this morning. She wants to encourage more physical donations this year, not just cash. Something to show that people actually give a shit about Riverside, not just their tax write offs.”
A bored murmur moves through the students clustered around the GAZ dining table. We’ve been at this for two hours, and shit’s getting stale as fuck.
Everyone here looks like they’d rather be studying calculus than dealing with the nitty-gritty of party planning. We dealt with all the fun shit at the last few meetings—lining up the DJs, making sure there were enough party supplies.
…I’m not talking about red solo cups.
This isn’t my first Rain Dance, and despite everything that’s kicked me in the balls so far this semester, I’m looking forward to it.
I might even leave Haven alone and concentrate on enjoying the party.
Yeah, who the fuck am I kidding?
Tormenting this girl is quickly becoming my favorite pastime.
The entire time Hillary’s been droning on about fundraising, all I could think about is how I’m going to make Haven’s life a living hell.
Vaseline on her doorknob. Hiding her textbooks right before a test. Fucking with her laundry so she only has one outfit to wear. Childish shit that’ll make her paranoid as fuck.
I’ll sign her up for every campus volunteer opportunity until she’s drowning in commitments. Heavenly can’t refuse them, not without looking ungrateful.
Spreading rumors will probably do the most damage, though.
Her and Rooke.
Maybe a pic or two of her sleeping in her car.
Hell, I could go full scorched earth. Call in an anonymous tip about a student with a meth problem. I know where to score that shit. I’ll plant it in her room, get her grant revoked. Make sure she ends up exactly where she started—sleeping in that piece of shit car, giving hand jobs for gas money.
But no. That’s too quick. Too merciful.
I want to savor this. Draw it out. Make her suffer in ways that leave no bruises for Rooke to kiss better.
Starting with letting everyone know exactly what kind of trash just moved into their pristine sorority house.
“Speaking of donations,” I cut in, the words a little muffled with my plastic straw in my mouth. I try to always keep a sucker on me. It’s probably the only thing that’s helped me quit cigarettes.
Fuck nicotine patches. Raspberry suckers are the way to go.
“Maybe your new sister has some ideas. You know, from personal experience.”
Haven’s eyes snap to mine, wide with alarm.
I rock back on my chair and grin. Widely. Showing all my fucking teeth.
“You’re from Riverside, right?”
I can literally see the blood draining from her face, but just as quickly, spots of color bloom in her cheeks. Panicked eyes narrow into slits.
“Yeah. Just like you, Kai.”
Jesus. The bitch has teeth.
I pretend I don’t hear her.
“Who better to tell us what the poor need than someone who probably dug through our donation bins as a kid?”
Melissa leans forward to catch my eye, mouth opening on a protest, but I’m not done.
