“Gross. I am not wearing your hump bunny’s underwear.”
“Prude,” he joked. “But I’m pretty sure there’s some other stuff, too.”
I headed into his bedroom and dug through the drawer. Sure enough, I found enough things to make a decent outfit. They were wrinkled, but they were better than wearing Luis's stuff. I left the panties in the drawer, though.
I pulled on the borrowed jeans and crop top. The jeans were tight and a bit too short, but I just cuffed the bottom of the legs and reminded myself not to bend over too quickly. The shirt was tight too, but at least without a bra, it helped hold up my breasts.
“You have enough clothes in that drawer for a good three outfits,” I said as I walked back out and sat on the couch beside him.
He looked over appraisingly and gave a nod like I’d passed a test. “Ah. Good old Last Month Crop Top and Tuesday Tight Jeans,” he said with a smirk. “I remember them well.”
I smacked him on the arm playfully. “Seriously. What are these chicks wearing when they leave?”
“I never notice, but then I realize my hoodies are always missing,” Clay said with a frown. “What is it with chicks and stealing guys’ hoodies?”
I just laughed. “They’re comfy.”
“Fucking thieves, the lot of you.”
“What happened to Mr. Feminist?”
He shrugged as he beat on his controller. “Just callin’ it like I see it, Livingston.”
Our laughter was cut short when there was a loud bang on the door, making me jump. “Scarlett? I know you’re in there. Get the fuck out here now!”
My face drained of color, and my eyes widened.
Rogue.
“Who the fuck is that?” Clay asked, jumping up from the couch. He automatically went on the defense, grabbing the baseball bat he kept near his front door for such occasions, and went to open the door. I was impressed at his response time, considering he was completely stoned. Guess you had to be prepared when you kept thousands of dollars worth of weed in your apartment.
“Wait!” I screamed before squeezing my eyes shut. And when I closed them, I saw Rogue, back on the property behind his house with a knife in his hand. But instead of the strange man at his feet, it was Clay. “Don’t open it!” I hissed.
Clay looked at me. I mean really looked at me. He leaned closer, cupping my cheek with his palm before whispering softly. “You got them running eyes, Scarlett.” Just as he said that, the door was kicked open, and Rogue stormed through the splintered wood that littered the floor. I flinched, and Clay positioned me behind him, puffing out his chest as he assessed the new threat.
“Who are you?” Rogue asked while eyeing Clay with scrutiny. I stared at him over Clay’s shoulder and noticed that he was still wearing the clothes from last night and had deep circles under his eyes.
I didn’t have to see Clay’s face to know that he was wearing an incredulous expression. “Who am I?” he asked before holding the baseball bat up and pointing it at Rogue’s chin. “Who the fuck are you?” You walked in, scaring Scarlett and busting down my door. I suggest you get the fuck out of my apartment before I bash your brains in. Is this who you were running from last night, Scarlett?” he asked me briefly before directing his attention back to Rogue, who looked so angry and tense, I knew he’d break any moment. Clay had no idea who he was dealing with.
I placed my hand on Clay’s shoulder, pushing ever so slightly so that he’d lower the baseball bat, but he didn’t budge. Rogue’s eyes zeroed in on where my hand touched Clay’s shoulder, and they grew incredibly dark. He was furious.
“Scarlett. We’re leaving. Now,” Rogue ordered, authority seeping through every syllable as he stared shamelessly at me.
“Fuck you. She isn’t going anywhere with you, asshole,” Clay countered.
Rogue was ready to attack him, and I couldn’t let Clay get hurt for trying to protect me. I hurriedly sidestepped Clay and moved between them. I didn’t want my only friend in this fucked up town to get hurt because of me. “It’s okay, Clay.”
He immediately shifted the bat to one hand and then used his free one to push back on my stomach, his fingers splaying out over my bare skin, barely covered by the crop top.
At that move, Rogue lost it. He grabbed the bat from Clay’s hand and swiftly flipped it so