“What would you know about it? You’ve never been serious about anything.”
“Ouch,” I huff out under my breath and puff on my cigarette, but it doesn’t taste as appealing as it once did. “Am I dropping you at Hayley’s?”
“Naw. I promised I’d stay away. She has some family stuff to talk to Liri about.”
“What kind of stuff?” I hedge and tell myself I am only asking because I am being nosy.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t really listening. When she was talking, she was waving her arms
around. You know how she gets animated and my eyes kept zeroing in on her tits because they were bouncing every single time she waved her arms around, and then all I could think about was I want to titty fuck her and…”
“Okay enough. I don’t need to know what kind of weird shit goes on in that head of yours.”
“I don’t know. She mentioned something about Liri’s dad. He’s Hayley’s uncle or some shit but dude is fucked up. Lives in a nursing home or some shit.”
“Is he like old or something?”
“No. He had an accident or something and he has the mind of a child.”
“Oh.” I keep driving to the frat house. I’m sure there’s a party or some shit going down tonight. I need to get drunk or laid and get those damn powder blue eyes out of my head and the innocence they held when I kissed her.
“I’m not ashamed of being a virgin.” Her soft voice caresses my cock.
Fuck.
I am so fucking fucked.
Chapter 8
Liri
My ceramics class was fun. The vibe was super laid back. Being in there surrounded by such beautiful work has me feeling the urge to create. I should be at the library researching for my writing assignment, but I’m back in the dorm sprawled out on my bed with my sketchbook. The locket Hayley gave me is open and laying on the edge of my page for reference. I changed out of the jeans I wore to class earlier and put on my navy-blue strawberry print romper. It’s comfortable, and I still feel tired from staying out late the other night.
Hayley comes in a bit later, and I am shocked Liam isn’t right behind her being they are attached at the hip. “Hey.” She smiles at me as she puts her stuff on her desk and goes to the bathroom. I finish shading my birth father’s eyebrows and close up my sketchbook. I lay it on my desk after I clasp my necklace back around my neck.
Hayley is still in the bathroom, so I pull my laptop from my bag and start making some notes for my assignment. I think I want to do something from the Civil War era or World War II. Maybe focus on some farmer’s daughter who was in love with the boy next door, but he’s gone off to fight and she writes him a letter.
I grab my book back off my desk and start doing a character sketch of my main hero. Dark hair and dark eyes. Grayson, Gray for short is mysterious and sexy. The bad boy next door Camille Pelphrey’s daddy warned her about. He only wants one thing. Everyone knows the type. I twist my hair up into a bun to keep it from getting in my face as my idea sparks to life on the paper.
“Whatcha doing?” Hayley’s energetic voice booms in my ear and I jump.
“I clutch my pencil to my chest. “You scared the crap out of me. I didn’t even hear you leave the bathroom.” I grin.
“Well you were invested in drawing…” she looks down at my drawing and her lips lift into an amused smirk. “Um…is that Killian?”
“No!” My cheeks burn with embarrassment. I stare at the drawing my own eyes betraying me. “It’s my character for this assignment. He looks nothing like Killian,” I lie.
My cousin quickly snatches my sketchbook and studies the picture. “You’re like really good. And…” She stabs her finger to the rendering in question. “If this isn’t Killian it’s his doppelganger.”
“His what?”
“You know his twin. Like on The Vampire Diaries. Elena has her evil twin Catherine.”
I lift my shoulders indifferently. “I’ve never watched the show.”
“Oh my God. This is tragic. How are we related? Damon is life and you will love him.” She pushes me over on my bed and logs into Netflix on my laptop. “We have to start at the beginning, but then we will have to watch The Originals, because Klaus. Sweet baby Jesus that man is fine,” she says on a moan, and I laugh at her.
“Okay. Calm down. I don’t know what you are going on about. One TV hottie at a time please.”