hand, his brows furrow. I let it go and it falls back into the drawer. My heart pounds inside my chest as he grows angrier.
“I was looking for my computer,” I tell him. “It's missing.”
He snorts. “And what makes you think I had anything to do with that?”
“Oh, I don't know. Maybe the way you've done nothing but fuck with me lately.”
Smirking like he's the actual fucking devil, he comes closer until he's unnecessarily close. “Oh beautiful, you haven't experienced anything yet.”
The nickname has me swallowing hard.
“I didn't take your computer, and I haven't been fucking with you either, but I will now. You just started a war that you don't stand a chance in hell at winning.”
He takes a step back and looks me up and down, biting his lip for a second and causing goosebumps to break out across my skin. There's a fire burning in his eyes, one that dares me to go against him, but I don't have the guts. He looks like he could slit my throat just for fun.
“Now, get the fuck out of my room and don't ever let me catch you in here again.”
14
CADE
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Bryce asks, helping me carry the ten bags of sand up the two flights of stairs to Lennon's room. “I thought you wanted to get with her, not piss her off.”
I roll my eyes. “Don't you ever fucking listen? That was before she became everything I thought she was.”
A liar.
A bitch.
A traitor.
She made me think that I finally had someone on my side, only to stab me in the back with my own damn knife. I was going to just ignore her. It was fun enough seeing her work for my attention, and I had no intention of doing anything else to her but that—until she invited herself into my shower.
Seeing the way she checked me out had all sorts of thoughts running through my mind, and when she hesitated at the choice of either getting out or getting on her knees, it only got worse. Messing with Lennon has become one of my new favorite hobbies, and it's only just begun.
“Besides, this is petty compared to what I'd like to do.”
Bryce bounces his brows at me. “Oh yeah? And what's that?”
I take one of the bags of sand and chuck it at him. “Get your mind out of the gutter.”
“I can't help it. I live there.”
Okay, that's probably the most honest thing he's said in weeks. “Whatever. Let's just get this done before she comes home.”
We pull back her comforter and pour the sand on top of her sheet. She's been at dance all day. Something about needing to learn a couple master-skill moves before she leaves in a couple months. Regardless, she's bound to be exhausted by the time she comes home tonight, and this will piss her off enough to hold me over for a couple days.
Once all the sand is out of the bags, we move the comforter back into place. Sure, Lennon probably won’t be the one cleaning this up, but it will make it so she has to sleep in another room for a night or two. It's an inconvenience, at best.
TEN O'CLOCK COMES AROUND, and I hear the alarm beep as Lennon finally gets home. I mute my TV and listen as she makes her way upstairs. Standing by my door, I wait for the scream, and it does not disappoint. It only takes a couple seconds before she's storming down the hallway and pounding on the door.
“Cade!”
I open the door and smile innocently. “Yes?”
Her face is red with anger. “What the fuck did you do to my bed?”
“Whatever are you talking about?” My tone is sweet. Mocking.
“Don't play coy,” she sneers. “It doesn't look cute on you.”
I grab her wrist and pull her into me. “Oh, yeah? And what does look cute on me?” I drop my mouth to the shell of her ear. “I bet you would. You'd look real cute on me.”
Her whole body shakes, but before I can enjoy her reaction, she's shoving me away. “You're a fucking prick.”
Now that makes me laugh. “I tried telling you that. You didn't want to listen.”
“You wanted a war? You've got one.” She steps back and licks her lips, giving me a dose of my own medicine. “Don't think I'll go down easy.”
“Maybe not, but you will go down.”
There's an underlying want in my words with the double meaning. Thankfully for me, my