“Don’t. Talk to me more. You’re upset. I want to know how I can make it better.”
She scoffed. “Like you care, Vincent. No one cares. All you guys
want to do is use me for whatever you feel like then toss me aside.”
“Is that what this is about? Levin? Dom? I know some shit happened with both of them. Tell me.”
“Like they haven’t,” she said sourly.
“They haven’t.” I stared back at her. “Levin said you messed around. That’s it. Dom hasn’t said a fucking word about anything.”
“I didn’t sleep with Levin. We did just mess around.” A look of pain swept over her face as she frowned again.
“And Dom?”
Her bottom lip wobbled as she looked down.
“B, come on, don’t shut down.”
“I don’t want to talk about it here.”
“OK. Fair enough. Let’s go back to my room. We’ll chill. We can relax and do whatever you want. Sound good?”
She visibly swallowed and nodded. Satisfied with that answer, I got up and tugged her to her feet. Classes were over for the day. The big homecoming game was tomorrow, which meant we only had half a day of classes before kickoff. The dance would be held immediately after and would run until midnight. Then the festivities would shift to the dip, where students would drink, fuck, and get high—not necessarily in that order.
I held Bianca’s hand as we walked, not something any of us ever did with her. It felt good to have her near me like that. A few students cast curious looks our way. Kings didn’t have girlfriends.
I snorted at the thought.
B wasn’t my girlfriend. I didn’t hate the thought of her being one though. In fact, it kinda sucked that she wasn’t. My plan for saving her ass might work if I could just get her to look at me how she looked at Dom and Levin.
The fact I was the odd man out was a real kick in the dick.
We were both quiet as we strolled to my place. Dom had left school early to do some bullshit he hadn’t clued any of us in on. Levin had darted off the moment he could so he wouldn’t get stuck with B. I found that odd considering he’d had her naked and screaming his name last week.
Both of them were idiots.
When we got to my room, I unlocked the door and led her inside.
“We should’ve gone to my room so I could get something different to wear.”
She sat on the edge of my bed and tugged at her scarf. When it came off, I caught sight of the yellow bruising which was fading away. I knew Dom liked it rough, but how far had he gone? Too far if I had to guess. It pissed me off.
“You can wear something of mine.” I closed and locked the door.
With quick steps, I went to my closet and pulled out a pair of gray sweatpants and a black t-shirt for her. She hesitated for a moment as I held them out to her.
“It seems I’m always wearing one of you guys’ clothes,” she said, finally taking the clothes from me and getting to her feet.
“None of us are complaining.”
She scoffed but didn’t say anything as she shuffled to the bathroom to change. I busied myself with calling in a pizza for us and then texting one of the court to meet the delivery driver at the gates and bring it to me.
Once I had that done, I turned on my flatscreen and thumbed through my streaming channels.
Bianca came out a moment later, looking too adorable in my oversized clothes, her blonde waves tumbling around her.
“I ordered pizza. Come on.” I patted the spot beside me on the bed. “Let’s pick a movie.”