My phone vibrates with a text.
Glyndon:Don’t even think about climbing up to my window. I’ll be sleeping sandwiched between Ava and Cecily tonight.
A smile grazes my lips. My Glyndon is indeed a fast learner. If anyone else was starting to read me this effortlessly, I’d punch them to the next planet.
With Glyndon, I don’t mind.
I know. I shocked myself with that piece of information before I could admit it to myself.
Killian:You’re talking as if that would stop me.
Glyndon:Don’t you dare.
Killian:Not unless you say you’ll dream of sucking my cock.
Glyndon:I’ll try to dream of sucking your cock until you deep-throat me and I gag on it. Happy now?
Fuck. I nearly come in my pants from her rare dirty talk.
Killian:Should’ve asked you to say you’re mine.
Glyndon:Not in a million years.
I tap my index finger against the back of the phone, feeling the tendons of my jaw clenching.
This side of her makes me want to commit fucking murder.
My phone lights up again, and I think it’s her, but it’s from the Heathens’ group chat.
Nikolai:I say, Killer’s obsession with Glyn is tugging on my nonexistent heartstrings. Think he’ll let me fuck her once he’s done?
Killian:Go fuck a corpse, and while you’re at it, turn into one before I find you.
Nikolai:Yo, motherfucker, didn’t you block me?
Jeremy:He unblocked you to see you going rogue and getting yourself into trouble. RIP, asshole.
Nikolai:What’s with the fucking RIP? Killer has the attention span of a mosquito and he’ll let her go before exams start. What’s wrong with me getting leftovers? I’m doing it for a very important reason. Cross my heart and hope to die, cousin.
Killian:The only leftover you’ll get is your balls after I shove them down your throat. I’m serious, fucking drop it.
Nikolai:Whoa. Hold on. Did you just threaten my balls with murder for pussy? Who are you and what have you done with our Satan’s heir?
Gareth:Stop it, Niko. It’s different this time.
I want to go at my brother’s throat, too, but that would just fuck up my mood, so I slip my phone into my pocket and drive out of REU.
A few seconds after I’m out of the main gate, something feels off.
A car is following me.
No, two.
Five.
Fuck.
I swerve to the right and drive down the dirt road, but I’m only a few seconds in when blinding light hits me in the face.