Broken and Screwed 2 (BS #2)(63)

“She was with Dylan since seventh grade?”

“Yeah.”

“Now he’s with her best friend?”

“Ex best friend/roommate still. She’s been trying to get out of that room, but Housing said there were no other openings.”

“She could take my room.”

Interest flickered in her gaze. “Yeah, you’re right. She could.”

A table beside us was filled with girls. All of their heads were pushed together and we could hear loud whispering from them. At the glances, I knew they were talking about me. I sighed and put my toast back down. My appetite had waned suddenly. “How bad is it on the floor?”

She grimaced at me. “You don’t want to know.”

I didn’t think it would bother me, but I was surprised at the lengths the girls went. A few approached Beth, hoping to get to me, and that path always led to Jesse. My door was covered with invitations to parties. A few sorority girls had stopped by to extend in-person invitations to their tea parties. The only part that angered me was when she said Kate and Amanda tried to break into my room. I still had things in there, photographs of Ethan that I hadn’t even told Jesse about. If any of them were damaged, I’d be livid. But by the end of breakfast, it was decided that Hannah would move into my room. Hell hath Hannah. I knew the other girls wouldn’t be a problem when she opened the door.

We just had to fill her in on the plan.

Leaving for classes was another ordeal, or it might’ve been because more students were arriving on campus. When I checked my mailbox, a group of girls just stood and watched me the whole time. They didn’t interact, just watched me. A path opened for me as I left. Stepping out onto the quad, clumps of people were all over. I was painfully aware of heads turning, conversations stopping and then starting with renewed vehemence. Ducking my head down, I gripped my bag tight, and plunged onward.

Seriously. Jesse was this big of a deal? When I got to my class before lunch, Cord plopped down in the chair beside mine. He flashed a grin, glancing at the girls who had turned around in their chairs to openly stare at me. Leaning forward, he pretended to bite my arm and beamed at them. He picked up my arm and held it out to them. “If you want, you can have a bite too. She’s right here, no pens or cages. She’s free for the taking.”

Two of them flushed and jerked around. The third girl chuckled before she joined her friends. With their backs to me now, I saw more girls were looking over from the other side of the classroom. Cord leaned close and said for my ears only, “Jesse’s the closest thing to a celebrity they have here so you’re like prime rib to them. They’re hungering for you, thinking they can take what you have. You can’t be weak or they’ll eat you alive. I’ve seen it happen to other girls. Jesse went on a date with one girl last year; she announced it to everyone. They never went out again, but she said she was his girlfriend. She used him to get in some prestigious clubs on campus.”

“So they don’t even want Jesse.”

He nodded. “They want what he has, his connections, his power, whatever they can get. Some girls just want that attention.”

It made sense, but it sickened me. I couldn’t help but wonder about that girl who was claiming she was Malcolm Hunt’s daughter. I wondered if she knew about Jesse or wanted what he had because of his father. Jesse hadn’t been called for any more lawyer meetings, but I knew the court case was coming up. It was scheduled for the same time as the NCAA tournament. It had already been hard on him, but it was going to get worse.

Then Jamie slunk in. He took the seat at the end of our aisle, shoulders hunched, a glower in place that matched the bruises on his face. Cord turned and grew quiet. He was waiting for something, and then I knew what it was.

Jamie swiveled his head to me and held out a hand. “I’m sorry for talking to you like that.”

He expected me to shake his hand? All was forgiven? Just like that? My eyes narrowed to slits. I don’t think so, buddy.

He grimaced and withdrew his hand back to his side. “Fine. Whatever. Look, just tell Jesse that I apologized. All right?”

Cord smacked him in the back of the head.

“What?!”

“You talk to Tiffany like that?”

He flinched. “Not yet. I have a whole apology list.” He slumped down in his chair. “It sucks.”

“It’s good for you. You can’t talk to girls like that. And I’ll do you a favor. I won’t tell Jesse about your half-ass apology right now.”

“What?” Jamie’s head jerked around. “Oh, come on. I apologized.”

“That wouldn’t fly with Tiffany and you know it.”

“She ain’t my girlfriend.”

“No, but she’s Jesse’s. You better turn your mind around. You’re not getting back in the house like that.”

“I’m already going to have to grovel for Jesse. Come on. Give me a break. And the sisters. They’re pissed at me.”

Cord sighed, shaking his head. “If that’s your starting point, you’ve got a long way to go. Good luck and nice knowing you, Striker.”

Jamie growled in response, a scowl now a permanent fixture on his face. “This sucks!”

“Deal with it. You screwed up. Big time.”

I grew fond of the day Jamie had been scared when I let him see my inner rage. That lasted a week. A deep sigh left me. Jesse had changed me. That rage was going away and I couldn’t let it out on command anymore. Something would have to trigger it now; something deep enough, dark enough, and something that would make me lose control.