Barbie Btch (Rejects Paradise #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,100
course. Look, Charlie is a lot of things but he’s no liar. Go and talk to him and he’ll be straight up with you and I can guarantee that he’ll tell you exactly what you’re wanting to know. What’s not to love about you, Drix? You’re freaking awesome.”
“So, what? Just go over there and ask him and be like ‘Hey, I know we fucked and all, but do you want to do it again exclusively?’”
“Umm … yeah? What have you got to lose?”
“Yeah, but what if—hold on,” she says, cutting off what she was about to say. “Someone’s at the door.”
I wait patiently as she goes to check who’s knocking on her door when her voice comes grumbling through the phone. “Well, well, speak of the devil and he shall appear.”
“Wait,” I say, listening intently. “Is that Charlie? Did he come to claim your ass?”
“Who are you talking to?” I hear softly, but the low, rumbly flirty tone of Charlie’s is unmistakable.
Drix’s guilty laugh comes through the phone. “I, uhh … got to go.”
“He’s so into you,” I boom. “Nail that bastard down and remember, once you’ve licked him, that means he’s yours.”
“You’re fucking gross, and for the record, I more than licked him.”
“Look who’s gross now,” I laugh. “Enjoy your fuck fest.”
I end the call and instead of climbing back into bed like a good little girl, I slip my phone into my back pocket and break out of the pool house.
I get halfway to the back door of the mansion when I find Colton walking out with what looks like an envelope in his hand. “Oh, hey,” he says, not having expected to find me out here. “Is your mom gone?”
“Uh-huh.”
“And?” he says with a grin, knowing damn well what Drix and I had planned.
“It worked like a charm.”
He meets me in the middle and wraps his arms around my waist, the envelope rubbing against the bare skin of my back. “Of course it did,” he says proudly. “Because you and Drix are forces to be reckoned with.”
“And don’t you forget it,” I laugh.
He rolls his eyes and gently presses a kiss to my lips. “I’d hate to see what evil plot you two come up with if a guy was to break either of your hearts.”
“Do it,” I dare him. “We’ve already worked out every last detail and trust me, I don’t think you’ll come out the other end alive.”
“I don’t doubt that, but you have nothing to worry about. I'm not about to go breaking your heart.”
“You better not be,” I tell him, raising my head to meet his hazel eyes. “Were you coming to find me?”
“Sure was,” he says, pulling out of my arms and holding out the envelope. I take it from him with drawn brows. “This came for you.”
“What is it?” I ask, scanning over it to see my name printed on the front. I don’t think I've ever received a letter in my life. The only things that we ever used to find in our mailbox were bills, overdue notices, and an eviction notice. Though, the letter I got from Tommy Peters in first grade telling me he thought I was cute doesn’t really count … or does it?
“How am I supposed to know?” Colton says, his voice thick with sarcasm. “Why don’t you open it up and find out?”
I roll my eyes and flip the envelope over and stamped across the back is the return sender details together with the logo of The University of Bellevue Springs.
I suck in a breath and find myself holding the letter out as far as it can go, almost as though it’s diseased. “What are you doing?” Colton grumbles, looking at me as though I just boarded the train to crazy town.
“It’s from the college,” I say, knowing damn well that he would have already seen that and was just waiting to see my reaction. My nerves bubble up in my stomach as I ignore Colton’s presence beside me, unable to stop looking at the letter. This tiny slip of paper determines what I'll be doing for the next few years. Assuming Russo and the Wolves don’t get their filthy paws on me again. “What do I do?”
Colton chokes back a laugh and holds a straight face. “Um … read it?”
I roll my eyes. He’s such a boy, but despite that, he’s right. There’s no use standing out here, staring at it. I need to figure out what it says and start planning my future.