Dabbing at my wet cheeks, I realize I have no idea where this house is located, or how to get back to the dorms. The more I think about my decisions tonight, the more frustrated and stressed I become.
I really should have thought this through; this is exactly why I plan everything, so things like this donât happen. The house is still packed and the music is too loud. Nate is nowhere to be found; neither is Zed. Maybe I should just find a random bedroom upstairs and sleep on the floor? There are at least fifteen rooms up there, and maybe I will get lucky and find an empty one? Despite my efforts to conceal my emotions, I canât, and I donât want to go down and have everyone see me like this. I turn back, find the bathroom I was in with Steph, and sit on the floor with my head between my knees.
I call Noah again, and this time he answers on the second ring.
âTess? Itâs late, are you okay?â he says, his voice groggy.
âYes. No. I went to a stupid party with my roommate and now I am stuck at a frat house with nowhere to sleep and no way to get back to my room,â I sob through the line. I know my problem isnât life or death, but Iâm beyond frustrated at myself for getting into this overwhelming situation.
âA party? With that redhead girl?â He sounds surprised.
âYeah, with Steph. But sheâs passed out upstairs.â
âWhoa, why are you even hanging out with her? Sheâs so . . . just not someone you would ever hang around with,â he says, and the scorn in his voice irritates me. I wanted him to tell me it will be okay, that tomorrow is a new day, something positive and encouraging. Something not so judgmental and harsh.
âThat isnât the point, Noah . . .â I said with a sigh, but right then the door handle jingles and I sit up. âJust a minute!â I call to the person outside and wipe at my eyes with some toilet paper, but that only smears the eyeliner even more. This is exactly why I donât wear this stuff.
âI will call you back; someone needs the bathroom,â I say to Noah and hang up before he can protest.
Whoeverâs on the other side of the door begins pounding on it and I groan as I hurry to open it, wiping my eyes again. âI said just a minââ
But I stop as glaring green eyes pour into mine.
Chapter eleven
As I look into those amazing green eyes, I suddenly realize that I hadnât previously noticed their color before. And then I realize that itâs because Hardin hasnât really made eye contact with me until just now. Amazing, deep, surprised green eyes. Hardin looks away quickly when I push past him. He grabs my arm and pulls me back.
âDonât touch me!â I yell, jerking my arm away.
âHave you been crying?â he asks, his tone curious. If this wasnât Hardin, I might actually think he was concerned for me.
âJust leave me alone, Hardin.â
He moves in front of me, his tall frame blocking my movements. I canât take more of his games, not tonight.
âHardin, please. I am begging you, if you have one decent bone in your body you will leave me be. Just save whatever mean comment you are going to say for tomorrow. Please.â I donât care if he hears the embarrassment and desperation in my voice. I just need to be left alone by him.
A flash of confusion shows in his eyes before he opens his mouth. He watches me for a moment before any words come out. âThereâs a room down the hall you can sleep in. Itâs where I put Steph,â he flatly states. I wait a second for him to say something else, but he doesnât. He just stares at me.
âOkay,â I quietly say and he moves out of my way.
âItâs the third door on the left,â he instructs and heads down the hall and disappears into his bedroom.
What the hell was that? Hardin without any rude comments? I know Iâm in for it if I see him tomorrow. Heâs probably got a planner for all his snide comments like I do for my classwork, and Iâm sure Iâll be on his agenda tomorrow.
The third room on the left is a plain room, much smaller than Hardinâs and with two twin beds. It looks more like a dorm room than the larger space that Hardin has. Maybe heâs the leader or something? The more likely explanation is that everyone is afraid of him and he bullied his way into the largest room. Steph is lying across the bed closest to the window, so I kick off my shoes and cover her with the blanket before locking the door and lying down on the other.
My thoughts are all over the place as I fall asleep, and images of clouded roses and angry green eyes flow through my dreams.
Chapter twelve
When I wake, it takes my mind a moment to remember the events of last night that led me to this strange bedroom. Steph is still asleep, snoring unattractively with her mouth wide open. I decide to wait until I know how we are getting back to the dorms before waking her. I quickly put my shoes on, grab my purse, and step out. Should I knock on Hardinâs door or try to find Nate? Is Nate even part of the frat? I would have never guessed that Hardin would be a part of an organized social group, so maybe Nate is, too.
Stepping over sleeping bodies in the hallway, I make my way downstairs.
âNate?â I call, hoping to hear a reply. There are at least twenty-five people sleeping in the living room alone. The floor is littered with red cups and trash, which makes it hard to navigate through the mess, but also makes me realize how clean the upstairs hallway actually was, despite the people there. When I reach the kitchen, I have to force myself not to start cleaning it up. This will take the whole house all day to clean up. I would love to see Hardin cleaning up all this trash, and as the thought goes through my head I giggle a little.