Page 112 of The Deceptions
"Good ass fight today, though. Dude. You rocked Brutus." He shakes his head, whistling under his breath. "Careful, though. Brutus is..."
"An asshole with a bone to pick?" I quip, shaking my head.
"Yeah. One of those." He shakes his head. "Let me know if he gives you issues." He gives me a look like he has some sort of connections. Shit. His mom is the dean of the university. The lastthing I need is her sticking her nose in my business, though. No thanks. I can solve this on my own. I hope. If not, I'll have to call in reinforcements and create a special team. Again, no thanks. If Jonathan trusted me with this case, then I'm going to give it my all to prove myself. Hello, future promotion. It’s on the horizon.
Silence engulfs both of us as we walk down the sidewalk together. It's kind of nice having someone beside me, rather than being alone, and not being alone while it's dark and eerie outside. Once again, no one else is roaming the streets. Maybe they're the smart ones by staying inside and not getting kidnapped. Or having all their internal organs plucked out of their bodies. I shudder at the thought.
As we get closer to the school, I expect more police officers out like there were thirty minutes ago when I tried to leave. I wonder where they all went off to?
"Didn't the RAs say there would be security guards out? How can we all get away with breaking curfew?" I peek over at him as he shoves a bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth with a satisfied hum. He seems awfully giddy tonight, with an extra pep in his step.
"Yeah. My mom hired extras because of all the shit going on. They're around, but they know when the fights happen. And they know students will be out. Honestly, sticking to campus seems impossible, ya know?" He offers me a warm smile.
"Yeah," I say, trailing off when we finally return to campus.
"Just stick close, and we'll sneak in through the window. I'm guessing Si showed you?" Wade asks, gesturing for me to follow him.
"Yup," I agree, following close behind him and trying to keep my bags concealed. The last thing I need to do is have him suspicious of me, too.
"Good. They don't guard this window, and they don't put anyone in the room, either. For obvious reasons." Obvious for who? Certainly not me.
"Why is it an empty room?" I question softly.
Wade grunts, opens the large window, and hops down onto the mattress with ease. Extra points for holding tightly to his ice cream and not spilling an ounce. "Give me your bags, and then you can jump."
Fuck. Whatever. I give him my bags and jump down beside him on the cushy mattress. He doesn't give me funny looks or ask questions before he closes the window behind us, and we head up toward our dorm room.
"I told you all kinds of shit happens here, right?" he murmurs when we come to our door on the second floor. I nod in agreement when he pushes open our dorm door and closes it behind us. He shoves a massive bite of chocolate ice cream into his mouth and sighs. "Some kid was attacked in that dorm room two years ago." He shakes his head. "Don't know what happened after that. But Mom made sure no one else occupied that room."
Great. Another thing I need to ask Carter about.
"Weird," I say, wrinkling my nose. "Did he survive?"
"Oh, yeah. He survived, but he left after that. And so did his roommates. It must have spooked them all. I think the window is faulty, I guess that's why we can get in and out." He shrugs. "Don't know what happened to him or whatever." How fucking morbid. Wade turns and looks at his closed bedroom door with a sock on the damn doorknob and sighs. "Well, looks like I'm on the couch tonight." With that, he saunters to the couch and plops down with his ice cream, finishing it in five large bites.
Before I wave goodnight, I put my ice cream in the freezer. I'll eat it later. I need meds, bed, and nothing else.
"Night, then," I say, slowly going to my room. I could offer Wade Dane's bed since the asshole never stays here. But I don't.Tonight is not one of those nights where I need an audience. I'm already dying from the pain in my stomach, face, and everywhere else.
Now is the time to sleep.
"Liv. Liv. Liv. Liv..."Jordy's annoying voice drifts through my dreams, stirring my conscious mind. "Oliviaaaaaa," he softly sings, poking me in the side repeatedly.
He really wants to lose a damn finger. I can either cut it or bite it off. His choice.
I groan, slapping Jordy away. Why is he waking me up, anyway? It's way too early to converse. Can't he leave me alone? I was out too late. Jordy doesn't usually greet the day until noon. Unless he's on a case, of course. Being awake means feeling the pain in my stomach, which has evolved into a full-blown, constant period cramp. My face aches. My ribs ache. I'm one big ache today. There's no way I'm emerging from the cocoon. I live here now. No one disturb me.
"Olivia," the voice hisses, lightly slapping my cheek two times, right over my damn bruise.
Motherfucker!
"You really want to die a painful death, don't you?" I whine, slapping at him again, but he catches my wrists with an annoying chuckle.
"Liv, I'm heading out before Simon can ask where I've gone. He conked out hard last night. He'll be... in some pain whenever he wakes up… from the alcohol, of course..." A warm kiss presses against my cheek. "You're doing good things here, Liv. Keep up the good work, alright? I'll see you in a few weeks. Simon invited me back. Maybe next time I'll bring you earplugs. Because I plan on bending him over..." LA LA LA, I do not want to hear the details of his future hook up with my roommate, who I have to look in the eyes for the next... however many months I'm here.
"You better bring me earplugs. The last thing I need to hear is… that," I gag out, peeking an eye open, and am greeted by the darkness surrounding Jordy's figure.
Great. The sun isn't even up. Even it's too tired to make an appearance yet. I probably got two hours of sleep. Maybe less. Good thing it's Saturday, and the only event we have is the raging party tonight at ten P.M. I have plenty of time to turn myself from the period goblin I'm about to become into a beautiful prince, hiding beneath my false skin.
