Don't Let Me Fall(22)

“Ms. Mercer,” Red called out.

No way. Aimee is going to be the second person. Wow. I thought I would be stuck getting to know some random schmuck but it doesn’t look that way. Hopefully Aimee wants it.

Two minutes later, she’s walking up the stairs and flashing smiles at everyone. I couldn’t help but laugh softly because she’s so nice. I thought she’d be a preppy * but

she’s not.

Aimee shuffled past a few students and sat down, sliding me a piece of paper. “Darren said to give this to you.”

I glanced at the note and found a number. Above the number has one of the cheesiest lines I’ve heard all my life. I’m feeling sick. I think I need a nurse.

“Girls have nothing but good things to say about him,” Aimee said, nudging my arm with her elbow.

“What happened to me and Logan?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. She keeps trying to have us naked but now she’s throwing me to Darren.

Aimee sighed. “You two clearly hate each other. I need more time to fix that. In the meantime, go have fun.”

I wish.

I know his name.

I stuck the number in my purse because if I leave it behind, Aimee will just give it back in our next class.

The rest of the day went by in a haze.

I was stared at like a science experiment but once everyone saw what all the noise was about, they left me alone and went back to talking about whatever they were talking about.

I heard heels clicking behind me so I assumed it was Aimee. I stopped and turned, about to tell her that I was meeting her at the dining hall so she didn’t need to stalk me when I

saw it wasn’t Aimee. It’s a stunning redhead with a little bit too much makeup on.

“Are you friends with Aimee?” she asked.

We haven’t labeled it but in a way, I guess. I know she’s from Bethesda, Maryland. She has no other siblings except for Logan and her parents are happily married. I’d say I know

some friendlike things.

“Yeah,” I said.

“Great. Tell her to stop texting Victor. He broke up with her for a reason. It’s pathetic,” she said. Excuse me? Now she doesn’t look so hot.

“It’s pathetic how you have to tell me to tell her,” I said stepping into her personal space. “If it bothers you then tell Aimee yourself. And maybe it’s not Aimee texting

Victor. Check your boyfriend first.”

Aimee hates the guy. She told me she’d rather jump off a bridge or get hit by a train then talk to him again. He really broke her heart and she’s not falling for his shit again.

Maybe Victor is texting her and blaming it on Aimee. What an *.

Redhead rolled her eyes at me and walked away. That’s what I thought. I walked into International Village and headed to the dining hall. I have an hour and a half until work and

Kelsey kind of warned me that if I come home, she’ll hack my Facebook and post girly shit. I told her I didn’t care because I don’t even go on Facebook and she retaliated with

threatening to tell Dad why I got a tattoo of the word ‘harder’ on my right hip. That’s only visible for the eyes that undress me so I have no idea how she saw it but she did.

And I don’t know how she knows why I got it but I don’t want Dad to know that was gotten after a threesome with juniors back in Seattle.

Those were fun times.

I found Aimee, Logan and some other guy sitting at a table near the back so I walked over with my eyes passing over other students as I walked. They’re still staring but I’m

trying not to cringe or lash out. I used to dress like this. I used to love the attention.

As I stopped at Aimee’s table, Redhead followed. How the f-uck did she get here so fast? She literally walked in a different direction.

“Oh, god,” Aimee muttered.

“Valarie, just leave her alone,” Logan said looking up.

“Stop talking to Victor,” Redhead, Valarie, said throwing daggers at Aimee and sneering like a wild cat. “It’s like every second you’re there, stalking him.”

“I’m not stalking that piece of shit,” Aimee said, standing up, her bubbly attitude now popped.

“You keep texting him,” Redhead said, with a hand on her hip. Like that does anything. She looks like a bitch and that is just amplifying it.

Aimee laughed and said, “I haven’t texted him since we broke up. He found you a day later so there was no point getting back with him. I don’t share diseases.”

Redhead lunged at Aimee but I saw it coming a mile away because of the way Redhead’s eyes narrowed. I reached out and grabbed her arms.

“I suggest you walk away now,” I said. “Your boyfriend is probably cheating on you. Leave Aimee out of it.”

“Let go of me,” Redhead snapped, clawing at my arms.

“Hey!” I said shoving her back a bit. “Don’t f-ucking scratch my tats, bitch.” Nobody f*cks up my designs. All of these mean something to me and I will not have them ruined. My

wrist is the exception. It’s bare so I don’t have to redo anything. “Walk the f-uck away and find your boyfriend.” I gave her the dirtiest look I could muster up and didn’t

back down.

Redhead glanced at Aimee. “Don’t text him anymore,” she said with venom in her voice. Her green eyes flicked over to me and I see she’s debating what to say or do.