Levi let out a harsh sigh. “Fine, but don’t make me wait forever.” He took a step closer to me, tilting his head, and I felt way too hot and bothered inside the raincoat. It was like a hundred degrees in here or something. Hoo, boy. “I’ll only end up coming for you again.”
A warning. A warning that this, whatever it was, was a tame Levi—which I totally could see.
Levi, even after what I did, what I said, refused to give up on me. If I was a better person, wouldn’t I feel the same about him? Maybe I did, deep down, but that still left Mel out of it, not to mention Dean. Two people who probably didn’t want to see Levi and me together. Mel’s reason, at least, was a good one. Dean, well…he could go jump off a bridge for all I cared.
I said nothing else as I flipped up the hood, breathed in Levi’s scent, and then hightailed it out of the union at the speed of light. I could not get away from that man fast enough.
He was persistent, I’d give him that.
Annoyingly so.
God, I loved his fucked-up ass so much.
Chapter Eight – Kelsey
The weekend passed in a blur, and before I knew it, Monday morning came with swift vengeance. Okay, I was mostly tired because I’d been up all hours of the night the past few days thinking about what Levi said.
I couldn’t get back with him, not after everything with Mel. Not after what I did.
But he wanted to try…
But he fucked her. Both literally and figuratively, and she’d nearly killed herself. What kind of message would that send Mel if I started dating him? Hey, I know you’re my roommate and all, I know I said I cared about your feelings and all that, but I decided to start fucking Levi behind your back again. Don’t be mad, ‘kay?
Yeah. Somehow I didn’t think that would sit well with her, mostly because it didn’t sit right with me, either.
As I sat in class though, as I pretended to listen to my professors drone on and on, I wondered if it was really the case. Maybe I made excuses to not try harder. Maybe I was just afraid…terrified of letting someone else in.
I’d never had a broken heart before. Never even came close. I’d been so closed-off to love during high school that it was the last thing on my mind. Never had crushes; didn’t see the point. Me and love didn’t fit in the same sentence. It didn’t sound right.
So, I guessed, deep down that could be the reason I was so reluctant. It certainly wasn’t the sex. Sex with Levi was…hell, it was the best sex I’d ever had, no matter which position we were in, or where we were at. His lips on mine were like lava, heating me up in all the right places, and his touch…oh, his touch could set a fire even in the most barren, coldest of places.
If I was just afraid, if I was making excuses for myself, soon enough my excuses would run out.
Who the hell did I turn into when I wasn’t looking? I never made excuses for anything. I never second-guessed myself or wallowed. The Kelsey I’d been lately…just wasn’t me. I needed to get back to myself, ASAP.
That’s what I swore to myself, and what I continued to swear to myself as the Monday wore on.
It was early afternoon, and I was walking to the union to get food, steeling myself to snap the fuck out of the funk I’d been in, when my phone buzzed in my pocket. My heart actually skipped a beat because I thought it might be Ash or Levi—but it wasn’t. It was Mel.
And it was so, so much worse.
Mel thought Dean was following her. She was making circles near the psychology building, not wanting to walk back to the dorm. She was afraid he would follow her, and she was asking me for help.
Eh, it was a nice enough day outside. Chilly, but that’s because I only wore a tank top underneath my hoodie. The sky was clear, however, and the sun was bright. The day was as good as any other day to start a fight with a dick.
I’d actually been itching for a fight. Didn’t get into them often, but I liked to think I could hold my own. The bigger the ego, the better it was to watch them fall.
Not the saying, but it fit.
I texted her I’d be right there, and I spun on my heel, nearly knocking into the group of SCC students walking behind me. “Sorry,” I apologized to them when they started muttering something about me watching where I was going. Sorry. What I really wanted to say was fuck you, but that was my general response to pretty much everyone.
I hurried through campus, walking at a brisk pace, my eyes scanning the nearby area for Mel. Hell, at this point, I’d take Dean. Tackle him, punch him in the dick so hard he’d never cum again without thinking of me.
Yeah, that’d be a mood killer, wouldn’t it?
The psychology building was an old-school building, one of the first built on campus, only four floors high and made of the same red brick that all the older buildings on campus were. Hardly any windows, and the glass on the doors was tinted so you couldn’t see inside. The newer buildings weren’t like that, and had an overabundance of natural light inside. A building like this wouldn’t be caught dead in Hillcrest, not that a building itself could be caught dead anywhere.
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