My voice is desperate and lost. “This is where I live, Lucas.” I want to cry at the mess. At the intrusion into my life. Who would come in here and write that? What makes me even more pissed is that it has to be Lance Jacobs. I know Wyatt, Lucas, and Stone couldn’t have done it because they were with me, but Lance was the last person in here making a mess, but I’m supposed to believe someone else did it this time?
“You can stay with us.”
“Fuck that,” I growl. I agreed to be their partner, not to give up my freedom. Lucas’s and Stone’s voices are ringing in my ears. They want me for their own. Maybe they had someone come here and tear this place apart while we were gone, just so they couldn’t get blamed for it.
I move to the closet and run my hand across the top shelf. I make a noise of pure frustration when the letter isn’t there. The one I was sent two days ago? It’s just fucking gone.
I march past Lucas and head right through my living room, eyeing the fucking broken lock with a snarl. These assholes managed to uproot my life in only two days. Fucking bastards. Twice my dorm room has been ransacked. I’m getting creepy letters and messages.
It’s so dark inside my dorm that when I head outside, I still can’t see anything, and I run right into a body. “Whoa,” a slurred voice says.
I peer up at Todd who’s clearly just getting home from the party. He stops to smile at me, but then almost falls over.
Jesus. I hope he didn’t drive himself home. I right him, holding the top of his arms until he can get his feet under him again. He narrows his eyes, and they sparkle over a cloudy haze. “Blue’s Clues. You’re killing me.” His gaze rakes down my body, but I shrug it off. He clenches his shirt right over his heart. Well, it would be over his heart if he had the right hand up. “You hurt me today. Straight up wounded me.”
I start to walk away, but Lucas’s footsteps in the living room sound, reminding me I have nowhere to go. I put on a placating smile even though I doubt he can even see me clearly. “Hey, do you need help to your place?”
He grins, and it’s kind of cute in a sloppy kind of way. “You might be making my night—”
“Dakota,” I supply for him before he can even think to call me by that stupid name. Fucking Meghan, I swear to God. It felt good to pull one over on her today. Come to think of it, I didn’t even see her after Stone had a talk with her. Good. Bitch. I hope she left the party alone and feeling miserable.
“Da-kota,” he says, testing it on his tongue, and it doesn’t sound nearly as sexy as when Lucas says it. Or Stone for that matter. That’s neither here nor there though.
Speaking of... Lucas finally emerges and steps out onto the balcony. “Dakota, what are you doing?”
I look back over my shoulder. My arm is around Todd’s waist. He towers over me by at least a good foot. “Helping Todd back to his place.”
“Wait...” Todd says, putting two and two together. “Is this the dick?”
Lucas snarls. “Get your hands off her.”
Todd, whose hands weren’t even on me before, slides them around my waist. He must’ve grown some balls with all the alcohol. “This way, pretty girl.”
I turn away from Lucas, leaving him right where he is as we move the few doors down to Todd’s room. He tries to go one too many, and I have to convince him that the door we’re in front of is actually his room. I take his keys from him and actually place them in the lock to fully convince him, to which he says, “You really are a treasure hunter.”
The awe in his voice is too funny. I can’t help but laugh because his comparison is just outrageous.
As soon as I swing the door open, Todd trips into the room. At least, I think it’s a trip at first until a strong arm pulls the door closed in front of me. I gaze to my left to find Stone Jacobs standing there, a mask of fury on his face. “What did I tell you about other guys?”
“Blue’s Clues? Where are you?” Todd calls out from