Hell no. I’d be the bitch of bitches, and I’d make sure to kick him when he was down.
Figuratively, I mean.
Mostly figuratively.
Chapter Fourteen – Levi
We waited until the next day, until after lab. Kelsey and I played it cool anytime we were in public together, because if one of my frat brothers saw us together, they’d know something was going on. That, or they’d tell Dean, and then our chances of revenge would be slimmer than they already were.
The problem I had with this place was simply because Dean had been doing this for so long, he was careful. He knew what to do and when to do it, and he had most of Sigma Chi on his side. I had no one but Kelsey on my side, because I never tried making friends, never cared enough to. I didn’t smile and talk to them all like Dean did. Sure, I played a game of basketball with them every now and then—though I stopped doing that a while ago—but that was it, the extent of me being a part of Sigma Chi this year.
Last year had been enough. I should have told my mom I didn’t want to be a part of the fraternity any more, but the fact that she was paying for my schooling gave me pause.
But it wasn’t worth it. It wasn’t. If getting back at Dean meant that I would no longer be a part of Sigma Chi, then so be it—and if that meant my mom got so upset with me she pulled my tuition, I’d just be like ninety percent of the other students here and take out the loans. It wouldn’t be the end of the world, and I’d have Kelsey by my side. There wasn’t anything else I could ask for.
I stood in the kitchen, trying to make myself look busy. My phone rested on the counter near me, and I fiddled with mixing something. I’d just gotten back from my bio lab, and the plan was a go. Kelsey would text Dean the moment I told her he’d left the house to go to the rec. As long as one of us had eyes on him, we both knew where he was. During their basketball games at the rec, most of the other guys in the house would be gone as well. It was the perfect time.
The moment Dean left the house, I’d text Kelsey, and she’d contact him. I would have to wait until I got confirmation from her that she saw him walking up before I actually went in his room and did what I had to do.
I only hoped I was as good at hiding tiny cameras as Dean was. That was apparently a skill he was obscenely good at.
Ever since discovering the camera in my room, it was hard not to act like I knew it was there. Of course, when I found it, I acted like my eyes scanned right over it, not seeing it, pretended I was just looking for something on my messy desk. I hoped I was a good actor, but I guessed you never really knew when it came to these things.
Fucking Dean. I wanted to fuck him up all over again.
My ears heard a bunch of footsteps coming down the stairs behind me, and I threw a quick look over my shoulder, moving to stare down the hallway that led from the kitchen to the front door. The base of the stairs was near the door, and I watched a whole group of guys saunter out, coats on, a few with hats, and most with gym bags. Dean was the last one out, and the moment he glanced down the hall at me, I stepped into the kitchen and pretended I was busy. When the front door slammed shut, I doubled checked.
Everyone was gone, and as I moved toward the door after picking up my phone, I saw them all heading to the sidewalk, talking and laughing amongst themselves. Dean included in their number.
I texted Kelsey that it was time, and then I went back to the kitchen, tossing whatever I was mixing. I wasn’t really going to cook anything. It was just a front for me to wait and watch without being overly obvious about it. After I set the bowl in the sink, I checked my phone.
Kelsey said: Now we wait.
Waiting was hard, and it was especially hard because of what we had to do. I just wanted to get it over with, to do the deed and have it done. Whether or not this endeavor yielded anything worthwhile would be anyone’s guess, but it was better than sitting back and doing nothing.
Attacking Dean head-on would only get me expelled. Me fighting him, and then Kelsey punching him in the kidney—which I still found hilarious, honestly—had only riled the beast. Plus, there were too many witnesses. If shit hit the fan, my fraternity brothers would side with Dean, because I threw the first punch. I was the aggressor.
Dean wasn’t going to get away with this shit for much longer, that I swore.
It felt like I was waiting an eternity. It felt like years passed as I headed up to my room and waited for Kelsey to text me. As long as she had eyes on Dean, that was the only thing that mattered.
I had the cameras ready to go. They were wireless, and their batteries wouldn’t last forever, but their saving grace was that the cameras only recorded when they saw movement, wirelessly transmitting to an app I already downloaded on my phone.
Tick,
