“Everything okay?”
“Y-yeah, of course. Don’t go. We can do that English lit assignment or something, yeah?” He gives me one of his signature smiles which is powerful enough to make almost any girl follow his lead, and I quickly find myself nodding.
“Just put some damn clothes on.”
“Nah, I quite like having you looking at me like you want to lick every inch of me.”
“What?” I screech. “I am not—”
“You’re too easy, baby C. I’ll be five minutes.”
He takes off and I’m powerless but to watch him walk away, bare arse and all.
“I know you’re watching,” he shoots over his shoulder.
“Yeah, because your arse is horrible,” I lie.
“Sure thing, babe. Take a photo if you want.”
The second he’s out of sight, I jump up from the sofa and rush toward where he left his phone, praying that it didn’t have time to lock.
“Yes,” I breathe when I find the screen still illuminated. Another message pops up as I scan the apps on his home screen, but I pay it little mind. My biggest concern right now is finding where Daemon is.
My hand trembles as I reach to open the tracking app, and my heart is in my damn throat as I wait for it to load.
After a few seconds, eleven dots appear on the screen in Alex’s bros and hos group. My heart thumps against my ribs as I scroll up and scan down the list of people until I find his name.
Daemon Deimos: zero miles away: now.
Fuck.
My eyes lift from the screen to the wall of Alex’s kitchen that I know connects him to Daemon’s flat.
I jump a bloody mile when a crash comes from down the hall where Alex’s disappeared, but when I hear no more, I get brave.
Closing down the tracker, I open his messages and find his recent conversation with Daemon.
Alex: Bro, you in school tomorrow?
Alex: Dude, you good?
Alex: Don’t make me come and fucking find you.
There’s no response, and it makes my stomach knot hard.
Alex: Bro, tell me you’re alive.
That final message was sent when we were in the car driving back here.
For the first time since I did it, I’m hit with the blood-curdling fear that I might have overdone it.
The bottle said one tablet. I gave him… four, I think. Shit. I don’t even really remember, I was in such a panic to get the hell out of there.
What if I overdosed him?
What if I’ve killed him?
“Oh shit. Shit. Fuck.”