Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Her angry gaze followed me to the sink, a nasty scowl twisting her over-glossed lips. “So, you’re Wolf’s latest whore.” She laughed, and my temper ignited in an instant. “I guess he’s trying something different.”
I pressed the tap, then held my hands beneath the frigid water, as if it could cool my temper. In the mirror, I saw her turn toward me. I got the impression she wasn’t used to being ignored.
“You know, Wolf doesn’t date girls like you. He might play with you, but he’ll get bored.”
The irony was that he had dated me. For two and a half years… What pissed me off, though, was her acting like she had a claim on him. She was clearly a scorned ex or fuck buddy…
“And what?” I twisted to face her, flicking the cold water off my hands in her direction. “Come back to you?” My chest tightened with jealousy at the thought of him having been with this girl.
She gave me a judgmental once-over. “Look at you. Then look at me.”
There was a time when that comment would have had me curling in on myself, mentally agreeing with her. I still had to fight the instinct, but I managed to nip the negative thought in the bud. Sure, she was blond and skinny. She looked nothing like me, but for once—possibly the first time—I took confidence in that. It was me Wolf hadn’t stopped thinking about. Me he found beautiful. Me he still loved.
“Oh, I’m looking.” I gave her a once-over. “Ironic that you called me a whore.” It was petty, but I was so over these venomous sluts. I’d given too many of them too much headspace over the years.
Her jaw tensed, those glossed lips pressing together as her cheeks turned red. “Stay the fuck away from Wolf, or I’ll slit more than just your tires,” she said, then stormed out of the bathroom.
I stared at the door as it swung closed, shocked. She had slashed my tires? A girl I didn’t even know. My stomach sank at the realization that Wolf must have dated her. And recently. No one would do something that crazy otherwise.
Those thoughts circled my mind the entire walk over to the concourse to meet Cassie. Tables were spread along the pathway, the way they always were on a Monday morning. Students raising money for charities or petitioning for their frat or society.
Cassie was waiting by the water fountain, a clipboard clutched to her chest.
“Hey.” One look at my face, and her brow furrowed. “You okay? You look pissed.”
I just wasn’t really sure who I was more annoyed with. That girl for slashing my damn tires, or Wolf for dating her and not telling me. I mean, why would he tell me, I guess? My fault for not paying attention to who Wolf Brookes was dating.
“Some blonde just threatened me off Wolf.” I started toward the social nightmare, and she fell in step beside me.
“Big rack, demented smile?”
“Yep.”
“Crazy Megan. I think her and Wolf fucked or something. I guess she heard the rumor that Wolf kissed you in the middle of the parking lot this morning. On the forehead, I might add.”
That had happened.
“Why are you saying it like that?”
“The forehead is like love or something.” She threw her hands—clipboard included—into the air. “Rogue would never, ever kiss my forehead.” She sounded kind of bitter about that, but then she smirked. “He’d sooner kiss my pussy.”
“Gross.” We shouldered through a cluster of students.
“Anyway, we’re supposed to be fucking Omega Dicksolon over. Not getting fucked…or forehead kissed.”
No way she hadn’t fucked Rogue since we’d been in that house. I was still too mad over the blonde to argue Cassie’s hypocrisy with her. No way Crazy Megan was getting away with damaging my car like some absolute psychopath. I couldn’t prove anything, which meant I’d have to take matters into my own hands.
“The auction is next weekend and—”
“Megan was the one who slashed my tires.”
Cassie stopped in the middle of the busy walkway to look at me. Well, at least I’d distracted her from talking about Wolf and me. Her expression shifted from annoyance to stone-cold rage in an instant. “That cunt!”
“Do you know what car she drives?” I asked.
“Can’t miss it. She has awful fluffy pink seat covers.” She fake gagged. “Why?”
“I might need your help later.”
“Sounds ominous, yet fun.” A sadistic smirk turned the corner of her lips. “Count me in. But first, we’re ruining Rogue’s stupid auction.”
“How exactly are we doing that?”
“We have to get girls to sign up for their meat market, remember?”
Another one of Rogue’s punishments. At this stage, I couldn’t figure out if he was stupid or if he really thought he had that much power over Cassie that she’d behave. I mean, technically, he did. If only she cared.
She pointed to a nearby table, a banner across the front reading Women’s First. “Look at the two girls on that table, Jade. What do you see?”