“I’m sorry about him,” he mutters, shoving a frustrated hand through his hair. “He shouldn’t have called you that.”
“I don’t care what he says or thinks about me,” I give him the honest truth. There is something else that affected me much more than being called a whore. Going on the defense isn’t going to help me, I know this, but I’m still burning mad. “You told him I was no one to you.”
Warren’s face falls, “I don’t want my father to know who I care about. He’ll just use it against me.” His tone is already a little calmer as he sits down next to me on the bed. Reaching for my hand, he covers my cold one with his much larger, warm one.
“Why did your father call me a whore?” I ask. Even though I’m not hurt by it, I’m still curious. As if my touch has suddenly burned him, he pulls away.
“Let’s not talk about that today,” he snaps. I sigh in frustration, but let it go because I really don’t have the energy to fight with him right now.
“Can we just crawl back into bed and sleep all day?”
“I don’t know if there will be a lot of sleeping if I crawl back in that bed with you,” he smirks, and I’m glad I didn’t push the question. “How about I cook us something, and we can be lazy and lounge on the couch all day?”
My eyes light up, “Yes, let’s do that.”
Warren makes good on making us some food. He pops two pizzas in the oven while I try and find something to watch on TV. It’s been a while since I watched anything, between school and the fact that we could never afford it growing up, I don’t really know what’s decent to watch. Tossing the remote down, I all but jump out of my skin when the front door opens, and Warren’s roommates come stomping into the house.
“Is that pussy or pizza I smell?” Cameron chuckles.
“It’s going to be a broken nose, and a busted lip you’ll smell if you don’t shut the fuck up,” Warren growls as he appears in the living room.
Easton laughs, and walks into the living room, with Cameron trailing not far behind.
“Dude, you have got to learn to take a joke,” Cameron taunts.
Warren shakes his head and takes the seat next to me while Cameron goes left, and Easton goes right, leaving us in the middle of the two of them.
I can already feel how tense Warren is, his arm wrapping around me possessively. Does he think these two are going to steal me away or something?
“How is Harper doing?” Easton teases, giving me a wink. I’m not sure if I should reply or if that would set him off, so instead, I say nothing.
I run my finger over the edge of the bandaged palm absentmindedly, when Easton’s eyes catch on the movement. He looks down and stops at my bandages. “What happened to your hands?”
“Nothing,” I murmur, not wanting to be reminded of last night, but when I lower my gaze, I catch sight of his hands. His knuckles are swollen, and the skin is broken in some places. It looks like he got into a fight, even though his face looks fine, so maybe the fight was one-sided. “What happened to your hands?”
“Nothing,” he echoes my own word, and I decide to be satisfied with that answer just like he was with mine.
“Don’t you two fucks have anything else to do? Girls to stalk or something?”
Easton taps on his chin with his finger, he’s handsome, but not in the same way Warren is. He’s more rugged and unkempt.
“Ahhh, let me think, no. We love annoying you.”
“Why have us as roommates if you hate us so much?” Cameron snickers and the only place this conversation is going is to the jail because Warren is going to beat the piss out of these guys if they don’t go away. I don’t know what it is about him, but Warren is beyond territorial.
“I’m telling you now…” Warren clenches and unclenches his fist.
“Warren…” I whisper into his ear and place my hand against his thigh. “Maybe they want to watch a movie with us? They are your roommates.”
Easton and Cameron say nothing, and Warren stares at me for a long moment, before reaching for the remote. Releasing a sigh, I know I’ve won this fight. As he finds something to watch, I snuggle into his side.
Warren turns on something called Game of Thrones, and the guys immerse themselves in it. After a short while, I start to fall asleep, but I’m startled awake when they start talking. I’m drifting in and out of sleep, but I’m pretty sure I hear them saying something about a girl who saw them do something.