other.
Ryan quizzed me about how I knew him when he dragged me back to his room, and I was truthful. I don’t know him. I didn’t even know his name until Ryan enlightened me. Blake. It suits him; a strong, confident name to match the aura of superiority he gives off.
The toot from an approaching car startles me and I nearly slip into the ditch I’ve been avoiding the entire trek home. A window lowers and a bright red-haired head pops out.
“Hey,” the bright cheery voice from the girl who smiled whenever she saw me chirps. We have journalism class together and she seems to want to interact with me but I’ve yet to introduce myself.
I tilt my head to look in the car; her sister is driving. They have the same fire red hair and almost black eyes which give them an intense, almost supernatural look.
“Cherry and Red.” She grins, flicking her finger to her and her sister. My eyebrow raises. “Nicknames, clearly.” She giggles.
“Argh, there’s a car coming up behind me, Cherry,” Red screeches. Cherry rolls her eyes and sticks her arm out of the car, waving for the other car to pass, and receives a horn blast from the driver as he overtakes.
“Need a ride?”
I nod and they pull to a stop for me to leap in. I barely get the door closed before Red pulls out and guns the engine.
“Thanks.”
I receive two smiles in the review mirror. Cherry has a dimple, her features slightly younger than her sister’s. “So, we see you around campus and we share a class. We also saw you last night with Ryan and Sean.”
It isn’t a question, it’s an observation. They must have been at the same club last night, which isn’t a surprise since it’s popular with students.
“Yeah,” is all I offer. They share a look.
Red taps her fingers on the steering wheel. “So, you came from Ryan’s house?”
“Yeah, I stayed over.”
Both sets of onyx eyes grow large and Cherry turns in her seat to face me.
“Oh my God! What was he like? Red stocked her pantie drawer with her slut attire when she first laid eyes on Ryan in the hopes of giving him a kink fest and pubic floss.”
My mouth drops and a giggle erupts from me. “Pubic floss?”
Red glares at her sister.
“Yeah, you know, getting pubic hair stuck in his teeth from…” Cherry winks, pointing to her sister’s lap and gaining her a slapped hand.
“You may be a sascrotch, Cherry. I have mine waxed!”
“Sascrotch?” I hold my stomach from the laughter.
“She’s like a wild bush down there!” Red smirks. “So…” she continues, expectant for me to spill the sexploits of Ryan.
“I’m sorry to disappoint but he was the perfect gentlemen, and Sean was there too. We just crashed.”
Their faces drop, and Cherry spins in her seat to face forward. “Hmm Sean, would have been awesome spit roast by those two.”
Her sister’s eyes narrow before all three of us burst into laughter.
Pulling up at the dorm, I’m apprehensive to get out of the car. The fifteen minutes I’ve been in here, I haven’t even thought about my parents. Guilt swarms me. How can I laugh when they are cold on a slab right now?
“Melody?”
I shake my head to focus on them. “Sorry, what?”
Cherry’s smile is really pretty, lighting up her whole face. “Red and I are going shopping tomorrow. You want to come?”
I could use a few things and spending time out of my dorm would be nice. “Sure.” I return her smile.
“Great, we can go straight from class. Meet us in the quad.”
I reach for the door handle, offering thanks for the ride. My insides trip when I notice the suits standing near a black unmarked car. Their eyes find me and hold me. I make my way towards my dorm but stop when they approach me. “Miss Masters? Melody Masters?” The tall one with salt and pepper hair asks.
His friend removes his glasses; blue eyes shine at me with sympathy. I nod to confirm I’m me.
“I’m Detective Roberts, and this is Detective Donovan.” They both flash their
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