Chapter Seven

Snow

F or a couple of hours, I work on my paper for my business class that's due in a few weeks.

I should be hating Lyrical at the moment for destroying my life.

Yet, all I can think about is her. It feels like how it used to be between us, like I can pick up the phone and call her or text her.

I grab her sketchbook and I glance at it again, trying not to become obsessed with her thoughts. I have always been that way with her, and now I've had a little taste, I don't want to let her go. She's going to make the perfect toy.

Fuck it.

I snatch my phone from my desk and pull the camera up in her bedroom that Jameson installed while we were in the woods.

She's lying on the side of her bed, watching a video on TikTok. Her friend comes into her room, sits beside her on to the bed, and they speak about their plans for the weekend. Once her friend leaves, I send her a message.

Me: When did you start to have these fantasies about me?

She reads my message, and bubbles appear, then disappear, and my anxiety builds in my chest.

Blue: Give me my book and I'll tell you.

Me: Tell me or I'll leak your sketchbook on my IG.

Blue: I don't like you.

Me: The feeling is mutual. Now tell me.

Blue: Fine. I started having sexual thoughts about you the very first time I spent the night over at your house when I slept over with Bailey. You came from a party that Keanu had at his parents' vacation home. It was the 4th of July. I started drawing my first erotic picture of you.

Me: Why didn't you tell me?

Blue: Because I'm screwed up in the head. I shouldn't have those types of thoughts. It makes me feel wrong. I thought you would reject me.

The thought that she couldn't come to me makes me feel bad.

Me: Have I ever kink shamed you? Better yet, have I ever shamed you for anything?

Blue: No.

Me: Why would you think I would?

Blue: I don't know.

Me: You have nothing to be ashamed of.

For once, it feels like how we were before the car accident. Before both our lives were changed, but I can't go back to being in love with her. Fuck, she's getting back into my head, and my heart. I should keep my distance, but I won't, because I plan to use her as my toy.

My phone dings with a text message from the group chat I'm in with Keanu, Irvin, and Jameson.

Keanu: Are you joining the hunting party this year? We're hosting it this Saturday. Or are you going to flake like every year?

Usually, I don't attend because it turns into an orgy in the woods. Keanu hosts the party, where the men and women have to wear masks and you hunt down whoever you want, fuck them, then go on about your life. It's not like I've never attended an orgy, but I was waiting on Lyrical to want me to fuck her. I remained a gentleman and kept my hands to myself, but that's changing. I'll force her to go to the party this year.

Me: Sure.

Keanu: Sweet. Sending out invites now.

Jameson: Is Lyrical coming?

Me: She has no choice.

I shoot Lyrical an invite to the party.

Me: Pick out a mask for the hunting party. I'll pick you up tomorrow night.

Lyrical: No.

Me: It's cute that you think you have a choice.

Lyrical: No. I'm not attending your stupid orgy, and no, we're not ever going to fuck.

This woman is testing my patience.

Me: Here is what's going to happen, Blue. I'm to pick you up at 9 at your place. So wear something sexy. Wear a mask. Wear no panties, or else…

Blue: What are you going to do if I'm not home?

Me: Try me and find out.

She leaves me on read for several moments, then sends me another text message.

Blue: Go to hell. My answer is no.

Me: Your funeral.