He Picked My Roommate, I Picked a PhD Instead Chapter 03
Someone handed him some cash. He passed it to Sierra, then looked at me, eyes full of mockery.
“Sloane Hayes. You really can’t stay away, huh? Heard I was dying and you showed up without even washing your face?”
The others chimed in. Some guy yelled, “Sloane, Keaton already said he’s done with you. And here you are. What, nobody else wants you?”
Another one added, “Look how desperate she is. Probably wants to go back to waiting on him. Beg for another chance.”
“Yeah, she used to act all innocent. Now she’s practically throwing herself at him.”
“Breakup? Nah. It’s just playing hard to get…”
I stood there, tears rolling down my cheeks without permission.
Keaton saw me crying and his smirk got wider. He pushed Sierra off his lap, walked over, grabbed my chin, and forced my face up.
“What are you crying for?”
He leaned in, breath sour with alcohol, and brushed his lips against mine. “Regretting it now? Beg me, and I’ll…”
I didn’t let him finish. I slapped him.
Crack.
The laughter died instantly. Everyone sucked in a breath.
Keaton’s face went rigid. His eyes iced over. He shoved me away. “Sloane, did you just hit me? Over this stupid crap?”
Sierra rushed over and wrapped herself around his arm, cooing, “Don’t be mad, Keaton. She’s just jealous. Crazy is all.”
She glanced at me. “She was like this in the dorm too. Always hanging around all the guys in our class, trying to make it look like something was going on. She just wants attention from dudes. And now she’s trying to play all innocent.”
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand, eyes burning. My voice came out loud. “Keaton, I was an idiot for ever being with you. From now on, I’m never coming back. You could die and I wouldn’t give a shit.”
Keaton blinked. For a second, panic flickered across his face. Then he laughed it off. “Last time you had a fit, you came crawling back with my plushie in three days.”
“Same act again? Fine. I’ll wait.”
“When you change your mind, don’t come begging.”
He sank back into the couch, pulled Sierra close, and whispered something to one of his guys. His whole face said he was sure I’d crawl back.
I looked him straight in the eye.
“Then how about we make a bet?”
