Page 33 of Wicked Minds
“Oh, I was just heading out.”
Her lower lip pushes out in a pout that I’m relatively certain she intends to look cute, except it has zero effect on me.Shehas zero effect on me. How can she, when I have Riley? No other girl on campus could hold a candle to her, and especially not a fake likeKaroline. One of the people who only smiles and acknowledges me because of my popularity and the dollar signs they see surrounding me.
“Come on, stay a little longer.” She places her hand on my arm. “We can get to know each other.”
My responding smile is tight. “Nah, I’m going.”
She pivots impressively well. “Even better, we can get to know one another back at yours.” Her insinuation is clear, even as her inability to pick up on my rejection is aggravating.
Angry now, I pull her hand off my arm. “Not happening. I have a girlfriend.”
Damn, now that’s the second time tonight I’ve gone and called her that.Riley would probably murder me for it, but I fucking love calling her mine.
“Oh, well, hey, relationships aren’t forever, right? Call me when you’re bored of her. I promise I’ll show you a far better time.”
Fucking bitch.
Hands fisted at my sides, my teeth grind as I lean in, letting her see the raging inferno in my eyes. “Maybeyourrelationships don’t last, but mine will, and if you demean my girl in any way again, you and I are going to have problems.”
Gasping as though I’ve thoroughly offended her when she’s the one who wouldn’t take no for an answer, she clasps a hand to her chest.
“Fine, but I won’t be making this offer again. I hope you regret missing out on this.”
Turning on her heel, she storms out the exit.
“Jesus,” I sigh, shaking my head as I look toward Gavin. The dickhead is laughing into his pint glass. “Some of the students in this place are so full of themselves.”
“It’s the price you bear when you come from money,” he retorts.
“Yes, it looks like such a hardship for you.” Asshole has nearly as much money as I do.
“You’re seriously choosing the scholarship student over that girl?” one of the freshman rookies interjects, appearing baffled.
“What the fuck did you say?” I growl, worked up now and in need of an outlet.
He holds up his hands. “Wow, hey. I was just asking. Doesn’t make any sense to me. Have you seen the new scholarship girl? Does she even have tits under those clothes?” He barks out a laugh, not realizing he’s about to lose the ability to speak ever again if he doesn’t shut the fuck up. “Maybe she’s secretly a boy.”
In a flash, I’m in front of him, sending his chair flying as I fist the front of his shirt and yank him to his feet. “Say another fucking word about Riley, and it’ll be your last.”
“Wow, hold up. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it. I just don’t get it.”
“You don’t need to fucking get it, you just need to keep your nose out of my business.”
I wait until he nods before shoving him backward. He trips over his fallen chair and hits the ground, and I glare at the now-silent table. “Anyone else got something to say about Riley?”
My question is met with murmured no’s and shaken heads. “Trent, you fucking idiot, learn to keep your mouth shut, or theonly action your ass is going to see for the next three years is the bench,” Gavin snaps, glaring at the douchebag who is officially on my shit list. Asshole better keep both eyes open at our next practice, that’s all I’m saying.
Giving Gavin a nod in thanks, I send a final glare around the table before walking out of the bar.
Walking across campus, rage still pounds through my system as I pull my phone out to text Riley. Except I no longer have her fucking number. I could stop by her apartment, but something tells me that might undo all the hard work I’ve put in this week trying to get her to open up to me again.
Instead, I fire off a message to Royce.
Me
I fucking hate you.
Royce
