“Fuck,” I mutter lowly, already knowing I’m going to receive a mouthful.
“Ciara, Bronx, really?” she says, voice dripping in disgust.
“Yep,” I simply reply, breezing past her to head for the stairs.
Her hand grips my bicep. “Are you serious? You really just fucked Ciara in the bathroom?”
“I didn’t see you judging or complaining when it was you the other night,” I state, and her jaw nearly drops to the floor.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she seethes.
“Why? We’re not together!” I remind her, growing angry myself. “You don’t own me, Adrianna. I’ve made that clearmultipletimes.”
Her lips purse together and rage swirls in those wickedly green eyes. “You’re right,” she says, voice eerily calm despite her demeanor. “You’re allowed to fuck whoever you want, and I’m allowed to fuck whoever I want.”
Just as the words leave her lips, Colton from the soccer team walks past us, and Adrianna grabs him by the back of his shirt. He spins around and Adrianna pounces, shoving her tongue down his throat.
Surprised at first, Colton takes a second to respond, but nonetheless grabs Adrianna by the hips, willingly making out with her in the middle of the hallway. Adrianna makes a show of running her hands over his body, tugging at his hair. She makes sure to open her eyes to look at me, to gauge my reaction as she mauls Colton right in front of me.
I know she’s expecting a rise out of me, or hell, even some sort of response or emotion to cross my face, but I can’t find it in myself to feel anything. To care at all.
Realizing she’s not going to get anything from me, she angrily shoves Colton away from her and storms down the stairs, leaving Colton confused as hell.
Five
Finch
Beep!Beep!Beep!
I fling my arm backward, blindly and aggressively smacking around for my phone on top of the nightstand to turn off the damn alarm. After much effort, the shrieking sound finally stops and I shove my face back into my pillow, ready to fall back asleep due to my raging hangover from the party last night.
Not even a minute later the door opens, and I hear Chase whistle a tune as he walks into our dorm room. “Bro, get your ass up,” he says.
I groan in response, and shortly after something damp and hefty lands on my face, causing me to shoot up out of bed. “What the fuck?”
Chase laughs from the other side of the room, and I rapidly blink the sleep out of my eyes to see the bath towel that he must have thrown at me on my bed near my pillow.
“Come on, dickhead, we have biology in less than thirty minutes. You already missed Monday and Wednesday,” he reminds me.
“Fuck off,” I grumble, grabbing his towel and throwing it at him. It hits him in the side of his damp blond head as he bends down to pull on his jeans.
“Whatever, just don’t expect to copy my notes when you miss class,” he taunts.
“You don’t even take notes,” I call him out on his bluff.
“True, but at least I listen, which gives me a leg up compared to you. Do you really want to fail a class senior year?”
I wait a moment, letting out a heavy sigh after. “Fuck you,” I mumble, grabbing my own towel and shower caddy, then walking like a zombie to the showers.
>> <<
“Dude, wake up,” Chase whispers, elbowing me in the side of the ribs.
I jerk awake, ready to sock him in his pretty, boyish face when I realize we’re in the middle of our biology lecture. It takes me a second to get my bearings. I must have dozed off while the professor droned on and on about different species of birds.
“And the next species we’re going to discuss,” our professor says, switching to the next slide of the PowerPoint, “is the finch.”
The professor launches into a lecture about how Darwin proposed his theory of evolution by observing finches on the Galápagos Islands, going into great detail about how they differ in beaks, body size, and behavior.
