“I don’t remember asking you for a recap, prick.” With that, Colt closes a hand around my wrist and pulls me off the balcony and back into the apartment. I throw a panicked look over my shoulder and find Piper weaving her way through the crowd behind us, right on my heels. Trevor’s back there somewhere, and I want to apologize to him, even if I’m not the one who’s being rude and obnoxious.

Only once we’re out of the apartment do I yank my arm free. “You’ve got a lot of nerve,” I growl, my teeth gritted. I’m practically vibrating with rage. “Who do you think you are? And why are you even here? You fucking psycho. You’re supposed to be at school. Are you seriously telling me you came all this way because I turned my phone off? And how did you even know where I was going to be?”

“Man, you’ve got a lot of questions. You’re giving me a fucking headache.” He jogs down the stairs, and for one moment, I’m tempted to let him go. It’s obvious he thinks I’m going to follow him, and the last thing I want is to give him what he wants.

At the same time, he knows where my dorm is. He could go there anytime he wants. And now I want to be sure he’s not going to hang out in front of my building or something creepy like that, demanding I talk to him if I want him to leave.

How does he always manage to put me in this position?

I hate myself for it, but I run after him, and Piper follows me. He wastes no time, walking with his hands jammed in his pockets, a man on a mission. Why me, dammit? Why does it always have to be me?

Rather than scream at him the entire way back to the dorm, I manage to hold back my anger until we’re inside the building. “Now. What are you doing here? Are you insane?”

“Yeah, something like that,” he retorts with a snicker, going straight to the stairs and climbing them two at a time. “Obviously, I’m smarter than you since you were practically letting that prick hang all over you.”

“He wasn’t doing anything like that. We were just talking. You know, like normal people do. I understand how you wouldn’t be able to relate to that, but it does happen.”

“Hang on a second. What are you doing?” Piper barely manages to get the question out before Colt opens our door like he lives here.

And nausea threatens to knock me on my ass when I find Nix sitting at my desk, doing something on my laptop.

“Get off of that!” I rush across the room and reach for the computer, but he holds it too far away.