Destiny moved into Gabby’s old room earlier this summer, but she’s on the volleyball team and had to work out six days a week and juggle classes, so I’ve barely seen her.
She picks up with a giggle.
I wait for her to say something. “Destiny?”
Her laughter stops abruptly. “Oh. Hey! Sienna!” The phone briefly muffles where it sounds like she talks to someone. “I thought you left already.”
The background noise is so loud, I can barely hear her. “Are you at a party?” I mean, it is Friday and the last day of summer school, but I thought she told me she was driving out to see her parents.
“What? No! Just... it’s crazy here. Let me call you back!”
“Wait—”
She hangs up before I can say anything else. I frown at my phone, a tingle at the back of my neck making me wonder if I’m missing something.
It’s even weirder when she doesn’t return my call or text or freaking pick up her phone a few hours later when I try her again because my stupid flight gets cancelled.
That’s what you get for flying commercial. When I’m stressed out, that voice in my head belongs to my father, and he’s judgy and pretentious AF. My dad doesn’t get why I want a normal life, far, far away from his tech kingdom.
Outside, the rain comes down in sheets so thick, I can barely see any cars in the pickup line a few feet away. That’s when my phone dies. Because, dunderhead that I am, I forgot to charge it last night. I can’t even call anyone for help because I don’t have those numbers without my phone.
Ugh, I should’ve driven myself. I know this now, but I lost my car once in the LA long-term parking garage, and it took me seven hours to find it. Seven. Hours. Ever since then, I try to snag a ride.
I break out my peppermint essential oil and take three big whiffs to calm down before I hyperventilate.
Somehow I talk a nice man into ordering me an Uber, and I pay him in cash.
“Thank you so much. I swear I won’t drive to Oklahoma or anything.”
He chuckles. “Pretty girl like you could almost talk me into that.”
I give him an awkward wave and brave the rain as I dive into the Uber.
The weather is obnoxious. Several roads are closed due to flooding, and the traffic is intense, but the light at the end of the tunnel is that I’ll get another night with Cal. He’s probably sitting around playing Call of Duty in his underwear instead of packing.
The last few months with him have been crazy but fun. He’s more free-spirited than I am, and that’s saying something. But I like that he doesn’t criticize me. I’m so fucking tired of everyone judging me—for coming to Texas when the rest of my family is in Cali, for being unable to nail down a major, for not wanting to spend my summers in LA.
Plus, I like that he’s kind of a sensitive guy when it’s just the two of us. Sure, he puts on a tough-guy act around other people, but he can be really sweet when we’re alone.
When I reach Cal’s house, which is a few miles from my place, my mouth drops open at the number of cars along the drive.
Okay, it’s weird he didn’t mention he was partying tonight, but perhaps I should’ve assumed it was a given considering it’s a Friday night.
Maybe I should go home. I’m really freaking tired, and I’m not dressed for this. Nothing says ‘party’ like a coffee-stained t-shirt, faded yoga pants, and old Ugg boots.
But the Uber driver won’t change his destination unless I switch it on the phone, which I can’t do because the account belongs to that dude at the airport.
Grateful the rain has died down to a drizzle, I haul my crap out of the car and drag it to the back of the house. I’ll sneak up to Cal’s room, take a shower, and try to feel human again before I brave the crowd downstairs.
That’s the biggest rub of dating a guy like Cal Winston. Beautiful girls everywhere throw themselves at him, so I feel pressured to always look nice. Which I totally get is bullshit. But I guess it doesn’t hurt to put my best foot forward, as my dad always says.
The music is so loud, I can hear it clear on the third floor.
When I pass Derek Fowler, one of his roommates, he does a double-take. “Sienna. Whoa. Thought you were in LA.”
“My flight got cancelled.”
Wide-eyed, he looks past me to Cal’s room and then back to me. “Does he know you’re here?”
“Not yet. Just wanted to drop off my luggage first.”
Shaking his head, he grabs my hand and tries to pull me back to the stairwell. He starts talking really loud, practically yelling. “It’s probably locked. You know how Cal gets when we have people over. Here, let me call him on the phone. He’ll be so excited to see you, Sienna. We’ll track him down first. He might’ve made a beer run.”
What the hell? Why is he being so weird?
I roll my eyes and shrug out of his hold as I reach for the door. The handle turns. “See, it’s unlocked.”
“Sienna, wait—”
After flipping on the light by the door, I freeze.
I... what... oh, my God.
My heart pounds so hard, I think I might throw up.
My eyes scan the room like it’s a crime scene.
Solo cups everywhere and a half-empty bottle of vodka on the nightstand. Lacy, hot pink and red underwear on the floor next to the comforter. At least three people on the bed. No, make that four.
Three of whom are women.
They’re naked.
And they’re all servicing my boyfriend, who is reclined like a king as someone gyrates on his fucking face while two girls work his dick.
He must shove the pussy off his mouth to talk because he yells, “Get naked and join us or get the fuck out!”
His slurred voice makes my skin crawl.
Derek grabs my shoulders from behind. “Come on. Let’s get out of here.”
I push him off me and wait for Cal to stop his orgy for two damn seconds and notice I’m standing here.
When he doesn’t, some switch in my head flips, and I go from devastated to red-hot raging.
“So anyone can join in? Don’t you have a girlfriend, Cal?”
I hear his muffled laughter. “Sienna’s not long-term. She’s just a really great fuck.”
Just a really great fuck.
My mouth falls open, and I stand there frozen as my heart shatters into a million tiny shards.
I quickly wipe away the tears that escape, noting how none of the girls pause in their ministrations.
That’s when I flip out. “You know what’s really great? Picking your shit off the front lawn in the rain. Compliments of the ‘great fuck.’”
Before I know what I’m doing, I’ve flung open the window by his desk. The first thing I send flying is his precious laptop, quickly followed by his textbooks, phone, and iPad. Hope they all land in big puddles, fucker!
Vaguely, I hear Derek mutter ‘oh, shit’ as I lose it.
“Hey, it’s cold,” one of the dick-lickers says between moans and giggles.
I swipe my arm across the desk and send whatever remains crashing to the ground.
That finally gets Cal Winston’s attention.
“What the hell?” He removes the girl from his face, long enough for me to recognize Destiny, my alleged best friend.
“Oh, my God. Sienna!” She covers her tits as though there’s some modicum of modesty left in her treacherous body. Her eyes are heavy-lidded and bloodshot. She’s obviously drunk, but that’s no excuse to climb onto my boyfriend’s mouth and gyrate her vagina.