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My eyes lift to Jackson, who looks like he’s trying not to laugh at Blase as I attempt to wake him again, but there’s something else there. Like he’s proud of how fucked he is. Why is he looking at him like that? I’ll carve his damn eyes out of their sockets and make him eat them.
Keith and Samson help me get Blaise to his feet while I pull his arm over my shoulder. I shake my head, because I’m still fucked up and it’s a struggle to focus. Allie calls for a ride, and Blaise groans a drag his ass to the car when it sounds its horn outside.
Once we reach the dorm, Allie seems more alive while I feel like I’m bout to smash right into death, at the same time as carrying my unconscious stepbrother to his bed.
Mia is sleeping on the sofa, so we leave her there. Allie vanishes into her room, and I hurry to get Blaise to Mia’s room before I drop him. He groans again, his hand flexing to a fist, and when I lower him to the side of the bed, he blinks his eyes open a little.
“C–Cole?”
Leaning down, I pull off his shoes and socks, and when I go to unbuckle his belt, my hands freeze over the leather, the metal clip pressing to my fingertips.
“This isn’t,” he starts, hiccupping, “how I saw my night en–ending.”
I roll my eyes and try to ignore the way my cock is reacting as I pull his belt off and drop it on the floor beside me. His body towers over mine as I stay on my knees, looking up at him. Will he let me undress him so he can sleep comfortably?
My cock pulses, and I want to punch it, because what the fuck?
“If you remember me helping you tomorrow, don’t you fucking dare let my mom and your dad give me shit for your condition if they find out.”
I flinch as his hand reaches to my hair, fisting it and making me pause. “I’m not Mia,” I tell him. “Get your fucking hand off me.”
Neither of us pulls away, even though I know I should.
“I’m not sorry,” he says, slurring each word and syllable.
He falls back on the bed, passed out before I can ask what the fuck he wouldn’t be sorry about. I sigh and drop back to my haunches, taking a minute to watch him before I roll him onto his side.
If he’s sick in his sleep, I’ll get the blame for him dying.
I leave a glass of water beside the bed and exit the room, my head doing overtime, trying to fight my own exhaustion.
Allie is half asleep when I get to the room. I climb in beside her, resisting the pull to go into the room across the hall.
She turns inside the duvet to face me. “Is your brother okay?”
I roll my eyes. “He’s not my brother.”
“I don’t understand why you hate him so much. What did he ever do to you?”
Gritting my teeth, I turn away from her, my fingers gripping the duvet so tight, I think I might rip the fabric..
Hands slide up my back. “Just try with him. You make no effort, and your mom is desperate for you both to get along.”
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I shrug her off, rubbing my fate, feeling the swollen side of my bottom lip from her obvious hard kisses earlier. It’s not even something I should be mad at my girl wanting to be romantic with me. I was before, when we first started dating. I wanted to see her, speak to her, but the feelings were always…confusing for me. Now, everything feels forced to make others happy.
Then again, the look on Mom’s face when I brought Allie home pushes me to turn around and face her in the bed. I feel like I need to give her something more. I’m leading her on, and my mom will never forgive me if I fuck this up.
Giving my stepdad and Blaise ammunition against me isn’t something I’m seeking out. I’m trying to fucking prove that I’m not the asshole everyone thinks I am.
Well, I am, but not fully, I’m not my father.
Allie smiles when I drag her body closer. Her small frame fits perfectly against mine, but it isn’t right. It isn’t… I… Something isn’t
right.
I kiss her, and she kisses me back with her fingers brushing through my hair, and I fight not to pull away. I press my mouth to hers harder, and when her hand drops between us, I snatch her wrist. “No”
I’m giving myself whiplash at this point.
“But…” Her lips move, but no sound escapes. “Why?”
“I’m not in the mood.”
She averts her eyes, and I see a tear slipping free. “I promise, I’m not cheating anymore. I blocked my professor’s number, and I
haven’t seen the others in weeks.”
My eye twitches. Is it bad that I don’t care? It’s a huge fucking sign I should end this. “Go to sleep,” I tell her. “We’re fine, I’m just
tired.”
“Do you promise we’ll be okay? We’ll get back what we had?”
I nod. “Yeah.”
We both know that’s a lie, especially when she falls asleep and I check on Blaise four times before I manage to pass out.
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