“What the hell, dude? Why you fucking with Larsen? We always would leave him alone, you know.”
Because we were a bunch of idiots who thought we were doing the right thing by protecting one of our own.
Well fuck that.
“He’s a piece of shit.” I wipe the back of my hand across my mouth. “He deserves to be called out.”
“Why? What’s the big deal now?”
I turn on my friend. “He’s having dinner with the Beaumonts tomorrow night.”
Realization dawns across Ezra’s face. “And what? You think he’s going to get with Wren? Give me a break. She’s too scared to even look at him.”
“I saw them talking in the hall earlier. I think she trusts that asshole.”
“She shouldn’t. Doesn’t she know?”
“Probably not.” She didn’t. I don’t know if she believed what I told her, either.
My mind won’t stop imagining her with Larsen. Laughing with him as he slowly but surely earns her trust. Honing in on that needy side of her, the one she doesn’t really show anyone. She wants attention. She’s starved for it. And he’ll give it to her. He might even try to drug her.
Next thing she knows, she’s getting fucked by that asshole. And I can see it. I can see it all in my head, and there’s no way I can let that happen.
I can’t.
I won’t.