Her Spite: A Reverse Harem Bully Romance (The Forgotten Elites Book 2) Eden Beck (best book club books TXT) š
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Outside, itās just starting to snow and it makes the whole campus look like a winter wonderland covered in a dusting of magical whiteness.
āIāll walk you to your dorm,ā Warren says.
Thatās highly unusual too. Heās never offered to walk me to my dorm before, and itās freezing out and his dorm building is in the completely opposite direction.
āThatās okay,ā I say. āYou donāt have to do that, Iāll be fine. The streetlamps are all lit, and the paths are clear.ā
Warren turns his head to both sides to look around on the campus.
āThereās no one else walking out here now,ā he says. āI donāt think itās a good idea for you to walk alone. Iād feel better if I walked you.ā
I stand there and look in his eyes and for a moment, it feels like one of those movies where the girl and the guy are both about to not do something that they really want to do. The gentle snowfall and the way that the snowflakes stick to the top of his nose for a split second before melting from his body heat, make the moment seem even more intense. I might have actually stood here for a lot longer if he hadnāt said something.
āAubrey?ā he says, waiting for me to respond.
āOkay, sure,ā I say in regard to being walked back to my dorm. āThanks.ā
Still, I involuntarily shiver once before we head off down the path togetherāand itās not from the cold.
We donāt talk much on our way, but I notice him glance over at me a few times. I didnāt bring my gloves, so my hands are freezing, and of course the coat I chose to wear today doesnāt have any pockets.
āHere,ā Warren says as he reaches for my hand. Before I even realize what heās doing, he sticks the hand closest to him inside his pocket, and he doesnāt let go.
I look over at him to say somethingāalthough Iām not sure what, maybe another āthank you.ā But his eyes meet mine and I see something in his gaze that makes me think this is one of those moments in which talking will just screw it up. So instead, I let him hold my hands and am silently grateful for the warmth. By the time we reach my dorm building, I am all sorts of confused about yet another one of the guys.
The way theyāve been acting lately, Iām starting to wonder if maybe theyāre all on something.
āGoodnight,ā Warren says simply before turning around to leave and walk back to his own building.
āNight,ā I call after him quietly, and Iām not sure if he hears me.
I walk through the common area of the dorms and see a fireplace lit in the hearth with a bunch of the girls, including Bridget, gathered around it talking about their Thanksgiving plans.
āOh, hey Aubrey,ā Tammy says when she sees me walk in. āWhat are you doing for Thanksgiving break?ā
Iām sure that she meant it as an innocent question, but I can see Bridget smirking beside her because she knows that I donāt have anywhere else to go but here.
āIām just going to stay on campus and try to catch up on some of my schoolwork,ā I say with a polite smile.
Bridget knows that Iām just trying to save face, but she doesnāt say anythingāsmart.
āWell, at least you should be able to get a lot done since itāll be so quiet on campus,ā Tammy says in what I think is an attempt to be nice.
āYeah,ā I say as I turn and walk upstairs to my room. I hope that Bridget stays down here until I fall asleep. I could use some time alone with my thoughts to sort out the mixed feelings Iām having about Sterling, and now Warren too.
I have no energy left for Bridget these days. I know my hold on her is slipping, but I donāt care.
Chapter Fourteen
When the break arrives, I see that Tammy wasnāt wrong. It is very quiet here alone on campusāagain. Or at least, I think Iām alone.
Iām walking back from a trip to the bookstore, at least they still have the bookstore and coffee shop open and staffed so that I can get a decent latte. Though calling it staffed is a bit of an understatement. It took me thirty minutes to get this latte, and only after I begged the librarian taking a nap behind the counter with more than a few tears.
They didnāt even have to be faked.
I convinced Bridget to leave cash in her dresser drawer for me to pull from since Iām still dirt-broke. I kind of get the feeling that every time I ask her to do something, it pushes her one step closer to going off on me, which I really donāt care about anyway since Iām not trying to be her friend.
At this point, I almost wish she would.
Iāve been growing increasingly tired lately. Tired of her. Tired of this game. Tired of this place.
Every time I think Iām getting ahold of myself here, I lose it again.
And itās always thanks to the same thing. The same people.
Warren. Chase. Sterling.
Bridget plays a part, sure, but it really boils down to them. They have a hold on me that I donāt understand, and maybe I never will.
I just have to hold it together until the review. Maybe I can convince Sterlingās father that Iām ready to get the hell out of Ridgecrest.
Or, at the very least, that itād be better for me to be there than here.
The snow is coming down heavier on my way back to my dorm. This side of campus is essentially empty since everyone has gone home for the break and any of the staff who stayed on campus is
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