Page 160 of Broken by my Bully
Her frown is deep enough to crease her brow, which is surprising.
“Professor Rooke’s wild card? Howcouldyou?”
“Make up some random shit that just happened to be true?” She scoffs, looking away again. But her foot is bouncing. “Luck, I guess.”
“You’re smart, Melissa. You knew there was a high probability that?—“
“Yeah, fine. Fuck.” She glances back at me, rolls her eyes. “But so did you.”
“That was a wild stab in the dark!” I point at her. “I hadnoidea?—”
“You’re smart, Haven,” she says dryly. “You knew there was a high probability that it was true.”
I don’t cut her off because I don’t really have a defense.
She flinches when I storm over to her and hold out my hand. “Truce.”
Her skin is cool and soft, and I kind of hate her for being so perfect all the time. But I shake her hand anyway, and she rewards me with a micro smile before standing to brush off her matching knee-length hounds tooth skirt.
“Thank you, by the way,” I say.
“For what?”
“Standing up for me back there.”
“Yeah…About that.” She crosses her arms again, leaning back on one foot to study me. “What is it with you two?”
I glance away, pinch the bridge of my nose, and let out a long sigh. “We used to be friends way back. Like way,wayback.”
“Let me guess. You tried dating. Then you broke up. Now it’s only sour grapes on the menu.”
I purse my lips. “That’s…inaccurate.”
“Then help me out.”
Blowing out a breath, I head for the door. “I gotta get the rest of my stuff.”
“He’s just pulling your hair.”
“Oh no!” I turn back to her, scowling. “He fuckinghatesme, Melissa.” The fingertips on each of my hands press together as I raise my arms and stalk back to her. “If he could kill me and get away with it, I’d be taking a dirt nap right now.”
“Drama queen.” Her sleek red hair shifts around her ears as she shakes her head. “Hate and love are two sides of the same coin. One day he’s going to flip it, and it’ll come up heads.”
I glare at her. “Both sides of his coin are tails. It’s a special coin.”
“Be glad it’s Kai.” She goes to her closet, pulling out a fluffy robe and a pair of slippers with bunny ears on them. “I drew the short straw with Ezra.”
I stare at her for a moment, jaw slack. She studies me with an eyebrow quirked, like she’s wondering if I’m having a stroke.
So am I.
I have to work moisture back into my mouth before I can speak. “Ezrais your ex?”
“Don’t sound so horrified,” she says sourly. “At least we pretended to like each other.”
“No, it’s just…” I frown at her. “Isn’t he gay?”
She stops rooting through her closet, arms raised as she glances at me over her shoulder. “Why would you say that?”
