CHAPTER 102
ZION
I was busy, asshole," I snap back.
"Not busy enough, apparently," Clark chimes in with a grin. "Most guys would've had Cindy on her knees in one of the rooms by now."
"Maybe he's losing his touch," Harry adds, and I shove past him, shoulder-checking him as I go. They're my best friends, but right now, they can all go fuck themselves. Or Cindy, if that's what they want.
"You seem to be playing with the wrong girl, Royal," Carl smirks, his gaze flicking over to Winter, who's still watching us from near the coolers, a beer in her hand while Claire whispers something in her ear.
"Since you don't like her, maybe I could..!"
"Why don't you keep your nose out of my fucking business?" I snarl, taking a menacing step toward him.
Carl's jaw tightens, and the vein in his temple pulses as he stares back at me with a look of equal irritation. "Are you kidding me? You declared her open season to everyone here. And now you're getting all high and mighty about it?"
He flashes a smirk that makes my blood boil.
"Shut the fuck up!" I growl, trying to restrain my anger.
Carl just chuckles, leaning in closer. "Come on, Zion. You've had the entire college messing with her all day. Why does it matter if I have my turn? It's not like you're any better."
My knuckles turn white as I clench my fists, the tension between us coiling tighter and tighter. I can feel the eyes of the entire crowd on us, waiting to see what happens next.
Ethan leans casually against the wall, a detached smirk playing on his lips as his sharp eyes take in the scene.
Though he’s part of the football team, I’ve never been a fan of his. There’s something about him that grates on me—a knack for finding the cracks in people’s armor and exploiting them. He’s not one to miss an opportunity, especially if it means throwing someone off their game.
Right now, he’s just biding his time, watching me closely, waiting for the moment I slip, the moment I snap. It’s like a game to him, and he’s already decided he’s going to win.
But I don't care about him or anyone else.
All I see is Carl and the rage boiling inside me.
Does he think he can mess with Winter? He's about to find out just how wrong he is.
"Gentlemen!" Ronald's voice cuts through, commanding attention. I'm itching to smash the little weasel's face in, but he's on my team and a damn good player at that.
For now, I hold back.
"Alright, alright, I didn’t mean anything by it, Knight," Carl says, holding his hands up in mock surrender. Then his grin stretches wider, mischief sparking in his eyes.
"Anyway, let’s liven things up tonight. The Dare system’s getting stale. We need something with a little more... bite."
He pauses for dramatic effect before turning to Jason with a smirk.
"Lucky for you, Jason—you’re off the hook."
Jason exhales dramatically, rubbing a hand over his face.
"Man, you have no idea how relieved I am. I wasn’t exactly eager to stick my dick in Chelsea." His voice is low, but loud enough to earn a round of snickers from the guys.
Carl claps his hands together, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Alright, here’s the deal: we each write down a girl’s name, drop it in the vase, and whoever’s name you pull out... that’s who you’ve got to fuck. No backing out."
"One girl, no holds barred-even sweet little Ariel and her friends are fair game."
A low growl rumbles from Harry's chest, and when I glance over, I see Clark and Ronald holding him down in his chair before he does something stupid like launch himself at Carl.
"I fucking dare you to say her name again!"
Harry might be my cousin, but he's also fiercely jealous and possessive when it comes to Ariel. The guy's practically obsessed, and one wrong move around her has sent more than a few idiots to the ER over the last year. "Ariel is none of your fucking business," he growls, his eyes narrowing into slits.
Carl just shrugs with a lazy grin.
"Relax, bro. Just messing with you. Nerds aren't my thing. The new girl, though..." His eyes flicker back to Winter, and something dark stirs in me.
"She’s smoking hot," Carl says, his tone dripping with audacity. His gaze lingers on Winter, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "I know she’s your stepsister, Knight, but I’m adding her name to the list."
"No!" I practically shout.
"If she's at this party, she's up for grabs."
"No fucking way. She's not part of this game, so take your eyes and your thoughts off Winter," I snap, stepping forward with every muscle in my body bristling with fury.
"That'll be difficult, considering how fuckinghot she looks."
That's it. I'm ready to tear him apart.
I lunge towards him, but Ronald grabs my arm, holding me back.
"Zion, fuck the calm down. It's just a game. "
I take a deep breath, closing my eyes to steady myself. I nod reluctantly, knowing that this isn't over. I'll deal with Carl after the party.
Ronald whirls around to face Carl, his expression dark and dangerous as he takes a menacing step forward.
"You’re pushing your luck, Carl," he growls, his voice low and full of warning.
Carl only laughs, his smirk widening as he turns his attention to me. "Oh, come on. It’s just a bit of fun, right bro?"
My glare sharpens, the tension in the room crackling like a live wire. "Don’t ‘bro’ me," I snap, my voice cold and cutting.
Ronald’s patience snaps. "Sit your fucking ass down and start the damn game," he snarls, his tone leaving no room for argument.
But Carl?
He doesn’t even flinch, meeting Ronald’s rage with a smug defiance that only stokes the fire.
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