What the hell was going on?
WILL, KAI, AND DAMON WERE ALL OUT OF JAIL, all in Meridian City, and Will and Damon, at least, were seeking me out. Why?
Hadn’t they done enough damage three years ago? Hadn’t they learned their lesson then? They’d gotten what they deserved, and I couldn’t say I was sorry. They’d fucked up and they’d pissed me off, so any sympathy I mustered over the years for them was minimal.
I just wished they’d quit while they were ahead. They thought I was an easy target, and they mistook my quietness for weakness, but I was no longer their toy.
They needed to move on.
I didn’t have any more classes today, so I bolted from campus and rushed across the Commons to my apartment a few blocks down the busy city street.
Walking into Delcour, I spotted Alex, the girl from class and the other night, waiting at the elevator.
“Hey,” she greeted, turning to me and pushing her sunglasses up to the top of her head. “Are you okay?”
She must be asking because of Damon and Will.
I smiled weakly, hooding my eyes. “I think so. I used to go to school with them and be so curious about who they were. Now I just wish I was invisible to them again.”
I turned my eyes, seeing the blue lights of the elevator descending.
“Well, I don’t know Damon and Will all that well,” she stated, “but I can promise you, you were never invisible to them.”
And I shot her a look, seeing her eyes scale down my body.
She knew them?
Well, I guess that made sense. If she was seeing Michael, she would’ve met his friends, I suppose.
Which reminds me…
“Don’t you take the other elevator to his penthouse?” I asked her, pointing my thumb over my shoulder, indicating Michael’s private entrance.
“Whose penthouse?” she asked.
“Michael’s.”
The elevator dinged, and the doors opened. She stepped in, and I followed behind absently.
“Yes, but I’m not going there,” she answered. “I live on the sixteenth floor.”
And I watched as she pressed sixteen and the doors slowly closed.
She lived in the building.
“Oh,” I responded. “Well, I guess that makes it convenient to see him.”
“I see lots of men.”
I raised my eyebrows. Oooookay. Whatever that meant.
I reached over and pushed twenty-one, holding the strap of my bag at my shoulder as the elevator approached its first stop.
“Women, too,” she added, sounding cocky.
I stilled, feeling the heat of her stare on my neck.
“Do you like women?” she asked matter-of-factly.