Hallmark Channel, Tricks,” I huff. “Maybe you should get yourself some pads and period cramp meds, too.”
I start scrolling through Netflix when my phone buzzes. Blindly, I grab it and hit accept.
“Sup?” I answer then hear that rasp.
“What are you doing in my phone?”
Shit, she knows I’m checking her location on the daily, and now the messages make me look like a fucking boy scout.
“I can explain,” falls out of my mouth in a way that is an absolute admission of guilt.
“Um, who is this? And why are you hiding?”
Hiding? I think and pull the phone back to make sure it is Savvy. She looks like hell, and I know that’s a shit thing to say, but she does. Sick as hell.
“Damn, babe.”
Shit, I think and quickly amend my mistake. “I mean—”
“Patrick, what do you want?”
I sit up and scoot back against my headboard. “Have you been seen by a doctor?”
“Necessary for a diagnosis. They insisted because stupid Chloe has it. I hate doctors, and I hate them more because they landed me in this”—her lip pouts out and her voice quivers now—“stupid fucking room.”
“Shit, Sav.” I stop myself from saying Savannah, not wanting to piss her off. “Savvy. What can I do to help?”
“Well, for starters, stop having Chloe call me to make amends.”
“Thought you may be stuck in there with her and wanted to make sure—”
“If I was stuck with her, I’d have offed myself.” She flops back on her bed, her black hair fanning across the pillow. Sick or not, she’s incredibly beautiful. And yes, I am eyeballing her tits, now jiggling slightly because she’s braless and on her back.
“Don’t say shit like that,” I whisper.
She sighs. “Anything else?”
“Would it be fucked up if I admit I kind of miss seeing you?”
“I don’t know why you keep pushing something that’s never going to happen. I mean, there are plenty of other girls who would love your attention. Trust me; these dorm walls are thin. Do you want to know what they say about you?”
“Don’t really give a shit.”
“Their names?”
“Not interested.”
“I’m not interested in having sex with you.”
“Just out of curiosity, when have I ever said I’d like to make you come?”
I’m definitely hoping she doesn’t have some power like being clairvoyant.
“It’s either power, sex, or money with men.”
“Maybe so, but maybe some just really want to be your friend.” I’m about sick of saying that, because never in my life have I had trouble making friends. Hell, I’m the chill one. Everyone loves me.
“So, you don’t want to try to have power over me, have sex with me, or …” She pauses. “No money, so answer the first two.”
“Power? Hell no. I like you just the way you are. No bullshit. Sex? I’m guessing that’s not an option because you’re into girls, and I’m not into forcing anyone to do anything they don’t want to.”
“I call bullshit.”
“Same questions for you. Do you want power over me or to gain it from me? Do you want to fuck me? Do you want my family’s money?”
“Power? All females want what has been stripped of them since the beginning of time. Money? Not a penny. Sex? Still like girls, even though stupid Chloe nearly ruined that for me.”
“Come again?” I ask, shocked.
“She didn’t tell you when you called her to try to make her—”
“Didn’t call her. Sent a message telling her what needed to be done. Because I said I was going to help you two sort your shit in class. I’m a man of my word. I haven’t even looked to see if she responded, because that shit she pulled was rachet.”
“Then why?”
“You wanna know a secret, Savvy?”
“Not really, but I’m guessing you’ll tell me regardless.”
“If it had been any other girl at Seashore who overheard the shit being talked in my Jeep that night, then saw us, it wouldn’t have mattered if it offended her; she’d have blushed, stammered, then flirted. She wouldn’t have called us on the shit, not thrown daggers at us with those fucking autumn-colored eyes. She sure as hell wouldn’t have been brazen enough to drop a bag of food in my lap. She wouldn’t have dropped the change I told her to keep. And I can assure you, any other girl wouldn’t so much as flinch, wouldn’t have hesitated one second if I told her to drop her ass on my lap.”
She rests her arm over her eyes.
I’m spilling truths, and she’s covering her damn eyes?
“You think you have it bad having tits