Page 29 of Sticks and Stones (Shadow Valley U)
They leave, and I stand there dumbfounded until Sully comes out of the locker room.
“What’s up? I heard yelling.”
I snatch my bag from where I dropped it and follow him out. We head in the direction of the hockey house. On a day like today, I need the fresh air.
“I thought I saw Archer being inappropriate with Wren.”
Sully snorts. “You know you’re like the definition of inappropriate with Wren?”
My jaw falls open. “What? No, I’m not.”
“Yeah, you are.”
I mean…maybe. “It’s just because we’ve known each other forever. She’s my best friend’s pseudo-sister, which basically means she’s my sister.”
Biggest lie I ever told, especially since I can’t stop thinking about her face when that vibrator made contact under the blanket. It’s haunting me.She’shaunting me.
By the time we get back to the house, all the lights are on.
Wren sits at the table with a bowl of mac n’ cheese, Evan beside her. Along with Taylor and Grant, the two remaining housemates. Archer sits next to Evan, and the distance makes me feel somewhat better. All the guys have wet hair and contemplative expressions, which means she was talking shit.
Of course she was.
She came to this house with the goal of sabotaging us. Sabotagingme. Evan might be blind to her little act, but I’m not.
“House meeting,” Wren announces without looking at me.
Sully chuckles. “You stepped in some shit, my friend.”
He claps me on the back. I elbow him and take the seat at the end of the table, with Sully beside me. Wren’s gaze still seems to go everywhere but at me.
“I’m in search of a new roommate,” she says.
My jaw fucking drops. I mean,yeah, technically this is what I wanted all along. But now? I’m supposed to just let her go with one of them?
“You can share my bed, Wren,” Archer says.
He meets my gaze and smiles.
Oh, the fuck she will.
“Over my dead body,” I grit out.
“You’re small,” Taylor says, ignoring me. “You wouldn’t take up much space in mine.”
She smiles brilliantly at him. It’s so fake it burns. Which means she’s doing this to torture me, then.
“No.” I ball my fists under the table.
Evan glances between us. “So, Stone, you want Wren to stay in your room?”
I make a face.
“It doesn’t matter what Stone wants,” Wren says loudly. “It matters whatIwant. I’m not sharing a room with someone I can’t trust. And he’s at the top of that list.”
Ouch. “Because of the stupid photo?”
“You still haven’t taken it down,” Evan points out. “Which you definitely should. Right now.”