God.
I’d been played, toyed with like a game. Levi had told me everything was a game, but I thought he’d just been talking shit, not that everything literally was a game to him.
How dare that asshole. How dare he for making me fall for him, making me feel like the worst kind of idiot around. Oh, I had some shit to tell him. If he thought I was going to take this lying down, he couldn’t have been more wrong. I wasn’t Mel. I wouldn’t sit back and get depressed.
The only thing I got was angry. Ticked off. Pissed beyond all measure.
How many people at this campus had seen me giving Levi a blowjob and then getting bent over the bed and pounded into oblivion? How many strangers had seen me naked? I wasn’t a prude, but that was an invasion of privacy in the most epic proportions. That was…it had to be illegal, didn’t it? Filming someone doing intimate things without their consent. Had to be, but I was no cop. I wasn’t sure.
Had he done this to other girls too? Was this all some kind of game to the guys in Sigma Chi? Fucking girls while recording it? The mere thought that I was just another notch on his bedpost, so to speak, made my blood boil. I wanted to be sick. I wanted to shout. I wanted to beat the shit out of that fuckface. A dick punch suddenly didn’t feel like enough.
I was going to fuck that asshole up. Levi had never seen a crazy bitch before me.
Chapter Seventeen – Levi
I stood with my hands in my pockets, waiting for Kelsey in front of the student union. I’d been looking forward to this night all week. I had a surprise for her, and it was a surprise I hoped she’d like. I wasn’t the kind of guy who came up with date plans, but I’d actually had fun picking the plan for tonight. It was going to be a long night, but worth every penny I had to spend.
Hell, at this point, I’d spend every bit of my savings on that girl, and it still wouldn’t be enough.
Of course I knew she didn’t care about what we did. She didn’t demand that I spend money on her left and right; she wasn’t that kind of person. She’d grown up without much money, so she was used to roughing it, so to speak.
I stood waiting for a good long while, a lot longer than I thought I’d wait. I checked my phone, noting the time. Kelsey was late, which was odd. She was never late when we set up a time to meet. I started to text her.
I didn’t even get to send the text when I heard Kelsey’s voice rise from behind me, “Texting another one of your bitches, or am I the only bitch you’re focusing on right now?” Her tone cut me like a knife, and I turned toward her, noticing that she had her arms crossed.
She looked…downright enraged.
“I’m texting you,” I said, closing the screen before putting my phone away. “What are you talking about?” Don’t tell me she was one of those girls who always accused you of cheating. That was not something I wanted to be a part of.
“So I’m the only one,” she muttered, her full lips curling downwards into a frown. “Lucky fucking me.” Her dark eyes were narrowed, and even though other SCC students walked along the sidewalks around us, she did not keep her voice lowered. She practically shouted at me as she asked, “How long were you planning on keeping this up? Just curious. Were you waiting until I found out, or did you plan on taking me somewhere tonight and dumping me? And I don’t mean breaking up with me, because we were never together—”
The more she talked, the more I realized this, whatever it was, was serious. “Kelsey, what are you talking about?”
“Don’t try to play innocent with me, Levi.”
I felt like I was punched in the gut. Stupid, considering all she’d done was use my real name—but that was the thing. Kelsey never spoke my real name out loud. It was always Blue. Blue, dick, sometimes asshole. Never Levi.
“I know you taped us,” she declared, turning her nose up. “And I wonder just how many other girls you taped in that bed before me.”
Taped? What was she…
Then it hit me: Dean. Fucking Dean. This was Dean’s plan all along, wasn’t it? He wasn’t talking about telling Kelsey about Mel—he meant this. Toss a bomb between us and watch us explode. The fucker knew I was happy with Kelsey, and because he was miserable, everyone else had to be miserable around him, too.
I was going to kill that bastard.
“Kelsey,” I said, taking a step toward her. I stopped as she took a step backward, not letting me near her. Her crossed arms had fallen to her sides, and I saw her hands were clenched into fists. She blamed me for this, which she had every right to. “I didn’t—”
I didn’t tape us. I didn’t know. It wasn’t me.
“Don’t,” she said, and I immediately stopped. Kelsey was a hothead; she wouldn’t listen to a single word I’d tell her. Not right now. She needed time. She needed to cool down—if she ever did.
It was then I thought something truly terrible: what if she never cooled down? What if she never wanted to see or talk to me again? I’d never have the chance to explain the truth, never be able to tell her just how much she meant to me. Dean had fucked everything up.
“Whatever excuse you have, I don’t want to hear it,” she told me, confident in
