“That’s what you’re calling it? Go to hell. And if you don’t think I’m getting the lock changed, you’re sadly fucking mistaken.” I follow them to the door and slam it behind them, then motion for Piper to bring me the desk chair. I can’t believe I’m doing this again, but it looks like I’m not out of the woods with these two yet. I wedge it under the knob to make sure they can’t come back.

It seems like history keeps repeating itself. Is there ever going to come a time when I’m out of this constant loop with the two of them? Because I don’t know if I can spend the rest of my life looking over my shoulder, wondering if they’re following me. Watching. Waiting to strike.

CHAPTER 38

At least I managed to smooth things over with Trevor after class. We part ways outside the lecture hall, and I wave as he jogs off on his way to his next class. It took a while to convince him I’m not in an abusive relationship with Colt, even though I sort of am. Just not the kind he’s thinking of. Once I explained Colt is my stepbrother and extremely overprotective, he loosened up a little. He seems like a nice person and somebody I can see being friends with. What a shame we started off on the wrong foot.

I’m out of class for the rest of the day, and Piper has a three-hour lecture on Thursday afternoons, so I’ll have the room to myself for a while. I’m sort of glad, as much as I’ve been loving spending time with her. I’m still kind of shaken up by what happened the other night, and I know she is, too. I can’t stop feeling like I have to apologize even though she tells me every time that I don’t need to, that it wasn’t my fault. It’s not like you invited them, she’s told me, and of course, she’s right. But now her privacy was violated just like mine was, and I can’t help but feel a little guilty about it. If it wasn’t for me, nobody would have barged into her dorm room while she wasn’t even there.

It happens so fast. One second, I’m considering grabbing lunch and taking it back to my room, and the next, somebody much bigger and stronger than me is strong-arming me into a classroom. An empty one, but still. I barely have time to register what’s happening before I’m alone with Colt. Again.