45. Chapter 45
Chapter 45
“Shit, I’m fucking tired,” I groaned, laying my head against the headrest in my car.
I’d been in school for a month, and things had escalated since I made a report against Starla for having an unauthorized person in our room. She lied to the housing officials and told them she had company sometimes, but that her boyfriend certainly wasn’t living there. So I’d started keeping a calendar of when Donner slept over—which was still every fucking night. I was at the housing office a few times a week, begging for a transfer.
But, it was her word against mine, and nothing was being done.
And now Donner and Starla had started to try and torture me to death, ramping up their sexual activities and the noise level. All night long. It was like freaking World War Three in our room.
Once, I was so frustrated, I trekked down the hall at two in the morning and woke Rebecca. By the time we got back to our room, Donner was miraculously gone, and I looked like a fucking idiot.
I’d started noticing weird things happening as well, nothing I could prove, of course, but it was starting to freak me out .
Prying my weary eyes open, I cranked my car and drove to Hawk’s house. He had insisted that I keep my key so I could continue teaching my private dance lessons. I always used the door to the studio and didn’t go into the main part of the house. That just seemed like an invasion of his privacy.
Plus, I really didn’t want to see any evidence that he was having other women over. I mean, surely he was. I’d been gone for four weeks now, and the man had needs. Insatiable needs of which I was all too aware.
I missed him. So fucking much.
Our schedules didn’t mesh up, so I’d only seen him in person once, and that was last week when I was leaving through the studio door while he was pulling up.
My heart had almost thumped right out of my chest at the sight of him. He looked damn good, so handsome and strong, and all I wanted to do was run and jump on him, wrap my arms and legs around him and let him hold me.
But I didn’t. I gave him a brief, platonic hug, and then we stood on his lawn and talked for almost an hour before I had to leave to get to a review session at school. It hurt to see him, but I’m glad I did.
We were still friends, and we texted almost every day, mostly chatting about his work or my classes and sending each other stupid Chuck Norris memes.
Turning down the now-familiar street, I arrived at his house just as Lyric and her mom were pulling up. I put on a smile I didn’t feel and led her inside. After her lesson, I had Tiffany, who was a thirteen-year-old ballerina I’d been working with .
Even though those were the only two lessons I had this afternoon, when we were done, I was damn exhausted. I hadn’t slept a wink last night. Every time I began to doze off, Donner and Starla started fucking, and at one point they both chanted my name while they were fucking . I knew they were messing with me on purpose, but it was the weirdest damn thing I’d ever heard.
I’m not sure I could have slept after that, even if they didn’t turn the TV on to watch reruns of Full House . During the four hours I listened to the show, I decided Uncle Joey was the most annoying character ever written, and I would like to punch him in the damn face.
But maybe that was just the exhaustion talking.
Sitting on the floor to remove my shoes and put them in my dance bag, all the bones in my body seemed to turn to mush, and I found myself physically unable to get up.
Sighing, I laid back on the floor and closed my eyes.
Just for a second, and then I’ll get up and go back to the dormitory of hell.