Chapter 9 - Waylon

I followed them through the dorm to their rooms. I only peeked around the corner so I could see which room my girl was in.

Three hundred and four.

That was going to be my new favorite number. She left her door open, and I could hear music playing. My girl didn’t think about her safety. I would have to make sure she was safe.

At any moment, someone could barge through the door and take her. It was no wonder that that was exactly what I wanted to do. She was mine after all. She belonged to me.

I didn’t know where that possessiveness came from. But I could feel the truth in the words. Wakely did belong to me. Even though she didn’t know it.

I walked across the dorm, I passed slowly in front of her door, sparing a peek. She was setting up her room and throwing a sheet onto her bed.

I wished I could pull up a chair and watch her work. Those little shorts she was wearing rode up slightly showing the curve of her voluptuous ass. It made my mouth water. I wanted to sink my teeth into it.

I didn’t risk staying too long. I wanted to cross again and again. But that would be weird, and at any moment someone would see me and I wouldn’t be able to explain what I was doing because I didn’t know what I was doing.

I begrudgingly marched to my room and slammed the door behind me. My brothers weren’t back yet. They were probably fucking their girlfriends somewhere public.

That was fine, though. At least they weren’t around to bother me.

I opened my laptop and got to work. Typing in her name resulted in thousands of links and pictures.

Each picture was the same, a fake smile plastered on her face but her eyes were filled with concern. It was as if she wasn’t sure she should be there or worried that she was doing something wrong.

What made her eyes like that?

I continued to filter through the pictures. There was a picture of her in a polo shirt staring at a book. She looked content, curled up on a lounge chair.

I zoomed in on the book she was reading. It was the very same book that was sitting on my shelf. It was for my engineering three-oh-one class.

Wakely was smart. I knew she was before that cashier said anything. But the validation that was in front of me was all the proof that I needed.

I searched for her F******k page, but it didn’t seem like she was on there. Next was I*******m. She had one, but there were only a few pictures, mostly of her working with other students constructing something.

She looked happy.

I wanted to make her happy. I wanted to make her smile at me like she was smiling at the other students. Me.

I closed out of I*******m and continued to look through her pictures. When I came across a picture of her in a bikini standing next to a man who was cheersing the camera with a champagne flute I wanted to through my laptop out of the window.

The smile on her face didn’t reach her eyes. She glanced over at the man. Did she look annoyed? A smile spread across my face as I clicked on the link that brought me to other pictures of her with the man.

In one of them, she was rolling her eyes at him. Then, the next she looked positively outraged as she marched down the beach without him. She didn’t like him.

That was good, though, it would save me from killing him.

I froze.

Where did that thought come from? I never thought about fighting people, let alone killing someone.

Dark thoughts seeped in as soon as I saw Wakely.

I didn’t hate them, though. I would do anything to get her and to keep her.

My door swung open, and Whittaker and Wynn charged into my room. I quickly closed my laptop.

“What was our brother doing?” Wynn asked with a gleam in his eye. “Looking at p**n are we?”

“No,” I growled at them.

For the first time all day, they weren’t being followed by their girlfriends. I was grateful for the small miracles.

“What happened to you?” Whittaker asked. “We needed to talk about the party. But you darted away.”

I clenched my teeth together. “I had to do something,” I said through my teeth.

Whittaker gave me a weird look. “Okay. What?”

“None of your business,” I growled at him. I didn’t want them to know my obsession with Wakely. I could see them thinking it would be funny if they went to hit on her. Embarrass her, just to see what I would do. And I hated it.

They didn’t know how far I would go for her. And if I needed to beat my brothers into a pulp, I would. I would do anything for her.

Wynn held up his hands in surrender. “Woah. A little snippy are we?” He smirked at me.

I glared at him, refusing to answer.

Whittaker looked at Wynn and then at me. “Anyway, Scarlett thinks that you don’t like her.” He said changing the subject.

My glare shifted to Whitt. “I don’t like her.”

His eyebrows rose. “Why?”

“She’s a dumb bitch.” My expression didn’t change.

My brothers stared at me. I wasn’t sure if they were expecting me to elaborate. But I wasn’t about to waste any more words on a girl like her. She probably wouldn’t understand them if she were here anyway.

Wakely, on the other hand. There weren’t enough words in the world to describe her. She was everything. She was my everything.

“Oh-kay,” Whitt said when he realized I wasn’t going to say anything else about his girlfriend. “Are you okay?”

There was that look of concern he used to have before his bad side took over when we got to college. He was the one who cared the most. Technically, he was the oldest, and he felt it was his job to make sure that we were okay.

But now, he makes jokes and harasses people all the time. The care that he had before was gone. It was gone until it reared its head here and now.

“I’m fine,” I said. I didn’t want to talk to them any longer. I didn’t know who they were anymore, and I hated that.

I hated that it felt like my brothers were no longer my brothers. Sure, we were connected by blood, but I didn’t know who they were. Or what they became. And it killed me.

“I’m going for a walk.” I didn’t move, I stared at them and waited for them to leave my room so I could close out the search engine and delete my history. I changed my password all of the time, but for some reason, they always broke in.

It seemed like it killed them to give me privacy. I was the one who wanted a single room. I didn’t want to room with my brothers anymore. They were a constant distraction, and I didn’t need that. Especially now that I had something else to focus on. Wakely.

“Hey, man,” Wynn said as he extended his hand to rest on my shoulder. “You know that we are here for you. No matter what.”

I shoved my hand through my hair and tried to relax the expression on my face. “I’m fine. Just amped up to get my classes started.”

Wynn waited a moment and then smiled at me. “You are the only one on the planet who is excited to go to class.”

I pulled my hand through my hair again. “Yeah, I have a heavier class schedule and I’m not sure it is going to work out.”

It was the truth. Ever since I signed up for all of my classes, I have been nervous. I knew it was possible, but I didn’t have the amount of time others had; I needed to work around my swim schedule.

“If it’s too much, you can drop a class,” Whitt said, leaning against the doorframe. “I’m not sure why you took so many classes in the first place.”

He eyed me. I knew that he knew something was up. But they didn’t know the entire story. I didn’t want to be around them anymore. It was plain and simple. But how could I tell them that?

I couldn’t. I knew I couldn’t. So I kept my mouth shut.

“That’s always an option,” I said as I took a deep breath. It wasn’t an option if I wanted to graduate early. I needed to take all of the courses I could to make sure I got out of here this year.

I hoped that they would take my explanation and leave. Leave me alone, I prayed to whatever deity was listening.

“Okay, Waylon,” Whitt said as he straightened. “I guess we will leave you to it then. Let us know if you need anything.”

I held my breath. I knew if I let it out they would sense something was up and then they wouldn’t leave. I didn’t trust my voice so I nodded at them and pulled my hand through my hair again.

As soon as they were gone, I cleared my browser history only after looking at Wakely one last time.

My finger brushed along her cheek on the screen. “Soon,” I whispered to her. I wasn’t sure what soon meant, but I could feel it deep down.

I needed to leave, or else my brothers would know something was up, and then they would come back and bother me. I couldn’t have that, so I left, locking the door behind me.

As I approached Wakely’s room, I noticed that it was closed. I frowned at the door as if it personally assaulted me.

When I approached, there was a noise across the hall. Wakely was sitting in a large lounge chair, staring at me. I nodded at her and continued to walk to the stairwell. I knew where she was, and she was safe.

I wanted to turn around and talk to her. But what could I say? Her only interaction with me that she knew about was in the cafeteria and the way she glared at me there I knew she hated me.

But I liked it. She could hate me. Eventually, that hatred would morph into love. If anything, it would morph into lust. I would take lust.

The thought of her under me as I plowed into her had my dick hardening in my jeans. It was dangerous for me to think about taking her because my dark thoughts transformed into something that required me to tie her to my bed, and her not leaving until I made my mark on her.

I busted out of the dorm room into the chilly night air. I needed to at least make a loop before heading back up there. It couldn’t be too long because she might leave at any moment.

After walking around the quad, I darted up the stairs. The door was still open. I took a couple of deep breaths to calm my pounding heart. I was excited to see her again. To take more of her in so I could commit it to memory.

I walked up to the door, stopped, and stared at my girl. Her eyes met mine, and I practically melted with the contact. I smirked at her. She didn’t know that she was mine. But she was. I was going to get her no matter what the cost. No matter what.