“Will you just let me explain?” he begs.
I shake my head. “No, because nothing you say is going to make what you did okay. I should have listened to Zayn in the first place, but I sure as hell am going to now.”
His expression darkens. “What are you saying?”
“Isn't it obvious? We're over, Blade. I never want to see you again.”
Before I can walk away, he grips my wrist so tight it's bound to leave a bruise. I try to pull him off me, but he won't budge. He pulls me into him and glares down at me.
“We're over when I say we're over, Little Donovan,” he sneers.
Whoever it was I started dating, it definitely wasn't the version of him that's standing in front of me right now. This one is cruel, destructive, reckless, and someone I don't have any business being around.
“Let go,” I plead. “You're hurting me.”
He laughs darkly. “That's nothing compared to what I'm going to do if you try to leave me again.”
I take a deep breath and make him believe I'm relaxing, only to lift my knee and jam it right into his balls. He releases me in an instant and falls to the ground. I place my foot on top of his back, letting my heel press into his spine.
“I don't know who you think you're threatening, but come near me again, and I'll make sure everyone knows exactly who you are,” I spit.
With that, I push off him and walk away as he mewls in pain on the ground.
KENNEDY SITS ACROSS FROM me looking like she isn't sure if she wants to slap me or piss herself from laughing so hard. She clutches her stomach with one hand while the other covers her mouth.
“Please tell me you got this on video,” she says hopefully.
I shake my head. “No, but there were a ton of other students around watching. I'm sure at least one of them did.”
She finds a way to control her breathing again, but leftover chuckles still bubble out. “God, I hope so, because I need to see that.”
“Well, I don't know what he expected. I mean, not only did he put me in that situation, but then he just fucking left me there. Did he really think I was just going to forgive him for that?”
My roommate takes a sip of her milkshake and shrugs. “Unfortunately, some girls would.”
She has a point, but that's not me. I've already spent too long making bad decisions. Now that I realize the mistakes I've made, my first priority is to make up for them, and part of that means getting rid of him.
“What did I ever see in him?” I say, disgusted.
Resting her chin on her fist, she eyes me teasingly. “Oh, I don't know. The tattoos. The tongue ring. The bad boy attitude. And you know, the fact that he reminded you of Zayn.”
I shiver from the thought alone. “Maybe looks-wise, sure, but Zayn would never do the shit he pulled.”
Kennedy looks down at the table and then back up. “Yeah, but then why does Zayn hang around Blade?”
“What do you mean?”
She shrugs. “I'm not accusing him of anything, but if he knew this whole time that Blade is a drug dealer, why is he involved with him?”
My whole body goes cold as I realize what she's insinuating. “You don't think he's...”
I trail off, and she doesn't answer, but she also doesn't need to. I can see it in her eyes, and it makes sense. Them disappearin
g into another room. Him coming to hang out but looking like he doesn't want to be there when I'm around.
It's hard to picture Zayn as a drug dealer. He's always so sweet. But then again, I also didn't think Blade was one either, so clearly my judgment of people is questionable.
No. Not Zayn.