Chapter 8
Skylar
“You’re going to a fight?” Claire asks. She’s on her bed, with six books open. I don’t even know what she’s studying, but how she can look at all six, and be making notes, I don’t know.
When I was at the library earlier, I’d been distracted, and it was next to impossible to actually think with Holden and Alex constantly crowding me. I didn’t even know that I could feel trapped, but that was exactly how they are both making me feel.
“I’m not fighting. Adrian is.”
“I’ve heard some rumors about Adrian. It seems to me that he’s the bad boy on campus. Hard, tough, sexy as hell. Does he have tats? I love tats.”
I laugh at the lust-filled look Claire is wearing. “I don’t know.”
“This guy saves you from a creep, and you don’t know?”
“The last thing I looked at was his arms, sweetie. I was more focused on getting away from the creep.”
“What do Holden and Alex think of him?” Claire asks between stuffing another chip into her mouth.
My roommate likes to eat a lot. She’s always hungry.
“They don’t like him. Do you think I should be worried about that?” Taking a seat on the bed, I run a brush through my hair and push the book away that is digging into my ass.
“They’re super protective of you, right? Clearly, they want to keep you wrapped up in a little tiny bubble, and won’t let anything touch you. I think you need to do what you feel is right, not what those two think. This is your decision.”
“That didn’t help.” I pull on a pair of sneakers and glance at the time to see I’ve got five minutes.
“This is something you’ve got to do. Not me.”
“What would you do?”
“Skylar, I’ve not even met the guy. You’ve met him. What do you want to do?”
“I want to go out with him.”
“Then go out with him. He can’t be that bad. He did save you, didn’t he?” Claire puts some perspective on the situation, and it’s the same as Adrian’s.
“Fine. Fine. I’m going to have some fun tonight. It’s going to be Alex and Holden free.”
I don’t know when I started to get frustrated with Holden or my brother. Maybe it was this past week with them both being there, driving me crazy. College is supposed to be fun, and I’ve been here a full week, and no fun.
When I agreed to go to the same college as my brother, I never for one second thought I would have a constant escort, and yet that is exactly what I’m getting.
“What you thinking about? You look pissed off.”
“I am pissed off.” I cover my face with my hand and shake my head. “I’m sorry.”
“Don’t worry about it. What has you pissed off?” Claire touches my arm and I lower my hands.
“Holden and Alex. They’re everywhere.”
Claire laughs. “That’s the curse of having guys who care about you.”
The sound of a knock on our door has us both frowning.
“Who could that be?”
“It’s not anyone here, they’d just barge in,” Claire says.