Still Jaded (Jaded #2)

I pointed to my face. "Keep working, Leah."

"Sorry," she murmured. "I've been thinking, and I can see why you are how you are. You're gorgeous. You're smart. And you have this quality that's saying, like, 'fuck you' to everyone. People are drawn to you. Plus, there's Corrigan and Bryce. Everyone either wants something from you or wants to use you for your friends."

"Your point?" I gritted my teeth from the pain. She was helping me, but I didn't think she was being as gentle as possible. I hadn't felt the same poking and prodding from the nurses.

"My point is that I don't want anything from you. I'm already friends with these guys. My brother belonged to this fraternity, and I've grown up with guys like these. There! All done."

"Not quite," I muttered and turned to lift my shirt.

The smile left her face. "Oh man."

The glass hadn't just gotten my face. I had a row of stitches on my back too, although how they got there was a mystery to me.

"Okay." Leah got to work, but this time I didn't have to hear any proclamations of her pure intentions. I was beyond caring by the time she finished. I wanted to get out of there, get back to Corrigan, and fill him in on everything.

"Now we're done for real," Leah announced. As she washed her hands, I tried to twist and inspect her work. It hurt too much so I'd need to trust her.

When she started to throw away the old dressings, I moved to the door. "Thanks, Leah."

"No problem. Let me know when you need those changed again."

I felt a little odd about the whole thing, but it was done. Now I had to deal with Corrigan.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

Corrigan was at his desk when I entered. He turned and asked, "Leah redid your dressings?"

I moved some of his clothes to inspect the bed sheets. "Is there a clean spot on here that I can sit?"

"You can sit wherever you want, but if you want clean, I'd recommend the chair." He grinned and pointed to a lounge chair in the corner, underneath a pile of text books and clothes.

Tentatively, I picked through some of the books and placed them on the floor. Then I moved some of the shirts and pants. Finally, after a couple seconds, I dumped everything on the floor and sat down. Corrigan grinned. "Enough's enough?"

"My place was trashed last night."

"What?!" He wheeled around to face me. "Say that again?"

"Officer Sheila showed up yesterday and told me everything had been completely destroyed. She made it sound like she couldn't even walk around."

He frowned. "Didn't you go and see it?"

"Hell no," I snorted. I've seen my place trashed before. I'd even been the one to do it a few times. "I want to go back with you."

"What about Bryce?"

"Oh. You mean Bryce and his whore from Spain? No thanks."

"Again—what?"

"Guadalupe." Where had he been the last few days? Where was he today?

Corrigan stood. "Sheldon, Bryce doesn't even like her. He talked to me about her, how she's a nuisance and clingy and…I should not be telling you any of this."

"You better start spilling it or I'm going after your nuts with a knife." I glared at him because it made me feel better. It was the only thing making me feel better right now.

He flinched and reflexively covered himself. "Okay. But chill, please?"

Slowly, I sat back down in the chair while Corrigan shook his head and leaned against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest. "You can't say anything to Bryce. I know he's got his thing about you and me, but the two of us are still buds. He'd be pissed if he knew I'd told you this stuff."

The weird rules of our threesome best friendship were starting to piss me off. I growled and shook my head. "I'm not promising anything. You spill or I'm coming after you."

"Okay. Okay." He held up his hands in surrender. "Just…does Bryce know you're here? I mean, how are things between you two now? Did you…"

"Tell me what he said! I'm getting pissed off."

"Okay, okay. He didn't say anything, just that after you came back he called me a few times. He didn't say anything about you, we don't talk about you. I knew things weren't good, but that was it. One time he'd been drinking and let it slip about another girl."

I felt a stab in my heart, but still asked, "Another girl?"