Beg You to Trust Me (Lindon U #2)(68)

“Yeah. You?”

I nod.

Her hands squeeze together, trying to contain the excitement blooming across her face. It makes me smile. “It would be really cool to have someone I know living there. The other floors are a mixture of people, but none that I know that well or have classes with. We sometimes do fun mixers to help people get to know each other but it’s not mandatory to go to.”

“Alba…” I sigh in contentment. Hope starts spreading in my chest. “I’m glad I said hi to you.”

She laughs. “Me too, girl. Me too.”



Sitting in front of the bathroom mirror rubbing my lips together until my pink gloss is evenly applied, I give myself a once over, fuss over my hair until it’s mussed, and walk back into my room.

I bite back a groan when Becca sets her lanyard with her keys and ID down on the desk and tosses her bag on her bed. “Where are you going?”

Her dry question as I slide my ID into my back pocket and pick up my phone from where it’s charging on the mini fridge has me holding back the deep frown that wants to curl my lips. I ignore the tone, though. “I’m going out.”

I don’t miss the scoff.

“To a party,” I emphasize, not that I owe her any explanation.

Our suitemates are all already scattered around the town—most of them at Fishtail, the local bar. One of them is stuck at her shift at the diner until closing—Sammi. Out of the group of girls, she’s always been the friendliest. Yet I find her the most intimidating anyway.

“Which one?” she asks.

I slide on the brown suede boots that Olive let me borrow that go mid-shin on my skinny jean clad legs and flatten out the black sweater that I’ll probably melt in later. It’s a basic but cute outfit. My makeup is simple enough, nothing too showy. My plans are to blend into the crowd, even though Olive pointed out that most of the girls would be wearing far less than me.

“Danny said Alpha Sigma Phi was hosting it or something,” I tell her, examining myself in the little mirror I keep in the corner. I should probably do something more with my hair, but I decide to toss a beanie over it that I stole from Serena and call it good.

“Alpha Sigma Phi only has exclusive parties,” is my roommate’s reply. When I glance at her, she’s gaping at me as she can’t believe it.

I shrug and look at my phone to message Olive back.

Me: You sure you can’t come?





Becca makes a noise as she digs through her closet. “When are you leaving?”

I blink, watching her pull out a few shirts and examining them. “I told Danny I’d meet him outside at nine.” The clock on my phone screen tells me I have a couple minutes. “How did your last exam go?”

She gives me a dumbfounded look at my attempt at small talk. “It was fine. I need a few minutes to get ready.”

I blink again. “Uh… You want to come with me?”

Yanking one of her favorite party shirts that shows a lot of cleavage from the hanger, she tosses it on her bed and finds something to go with it. “Dee is out, and I have no clue what’s wrong with Ali. She’s been acting weird. So, yeah. The Alpha parties are hard to get into.”

My phone goes off in my hand.

Olive: Sorry, can’t :( Sebastian is home and mom is making us bond before he leaves again. Home until Sunday night





I frown, slipping my phone into my pocket after telling Olive to have fun and then cross my arms over my chest. “I don’t think I’m allowed to invite people, Rebecca. Like you said, it’s exclusive.”

The look my roommate gives me could burn off flesh from bone if possible. “Are you serious right now?”

Is she? “I am.” My teeth grind. “Why should I invite you when you’ve been nothing but rude to me?”

She glares. “I’ve only ever been honest with you. It’s not my fault you don’t like hearing the truth.”

The truth. “I have no idea what kind of truths you think you’re informing me of, but they’re skewed. Sorry, but you’re not coming. You’ll have to figure out something else to do tonight. The last thing I want is to be ditched again because you get tired of me.”

The shock on her face is almost comical.

Almost.

I’m irritated that she thinks she could invite herself along after all the nasty things she’s said to me since I got here.

“You ditched us at the parties we took you to,” Becca practically hisses. She clenches her clothes. “Do you know how long we looked for you at the football house? You went on and on about not being left behind and then you just randomly disappear with some guy you don’t even know. So, don’t get pissed at me for your bad decisions.”

What is she talking about? “That’s not what happened!” Is it? “We were drinking and then—”

And then what?

There’s a mental block. A total eclipse of memories. I was drinking with the girls, dancing badly to some rap song I’d never heard before, and then…I don’t know. I was kissing somebody. Being groped. Not really thinking. Then I woke up in bed the next morning alone.

“That’s exactly what happened.” She whips a piece of clothing onto the bed. “And then we go to another party together, and you ditch us again within twenty minutes. With a different guy. Tyler was bragging about you two going at it that night to anybody who would listen. You act like you’re so fucking innocent, but I know the real you. The second a guy gives you any attention, you’ll ditch anyone for them. Real classy, Skylar. Who are you opening your legs for tonight? Daniel Bridges? Or one of his teammates?”