Chapter 5.

Chapter 5

Darcy

Hey, remember me? I slapped you and got your scholarship revoked. Wanna be my boyfriend?”

I groaned then covered my face with my hands. This was ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. There’s no way he’ll agree to this. But he’s desperate right? Desperate enough to be unaffected by Dad’s threats?

I was right outside Killian's off-campus house but I hadn’t even worked up the nerve to ring the doorbell.

The worst he can say is no right? Wrong. The worst he can say is that I’m a crazy psycho who’s obsessed with him.

“Fuck, I’m too broke for this.” I mumbled. I raised up my hand to ring the doorbell but suddenly, the door swung open.

No, it wasn’t  Killian, it was worse. Easton’s finest figure skater, Killian’s favourite puck bunny and my other nemesis, Milena. Remember how I said our figure skating team hadn’t won a medal in decades? Well our first gold in over ten years was won by her. I don’t need to say that her ego was the size of a planet.

Milena’s sharp green eyes glared down at me. “ What are you doing here?”

“Is Killian here?” I sighed. “I need to talk to him?”

“About what?” She scoffed. “How to get rid of his admission this time? You’re not satisfied with just his scholarship?” 

“I’m trying to help him get his scholarship back.” I said evenly. “If you care about him, you’ll get out of my way.” 

For some reason, that infuriated her and her emerald green eyes glinted with scorn. “The only way you can help him is by getting the fuck out of here.” She poked me hard in my shoulder. “You’re just a liar and a spoilt brat. What could you possibly do?” 

I slapped her hand away. “Not more spoilt than you.” I retorted. “I’m not the one riding around in a freaking Corvette. And if we’re gonna talk about lies, I know you and your Kappa sisters spread that rumor about Eloise having gonorrhoea.” 

Her eyes flared up even more. “You bitch!” She pushed me backwards with both her hands. I stumbled a few feet back and Milena geared up to attack me. For a second, it looked like she was about to shift but someone appeared and held her back.

“Calm down Milena.” Chase grunted as he lifted her off her feet. “You said you were leaving.”

“Get off me!” She shrieked while flailing her limbs.

Chase put her down and she glared at me before turning around and stomping away.

“Are you okay, Dare-bear?” He stretched out his hand. “ What are you doing here?”

“ Oh, you live with him too.” I sighed and looked down. “I’m here to apologise to Killian.”

“About the skates? I don’t think he was that mad. You guys prank each other all the time.”

“This is more than a prank.”  I sighed and looked away. I didn’t want Chase to know I lied about Killian assaulting me. He was still treating me like a human being so Killian probably hadn’t said anything yet.

“Well whatever it is, it’ll be fine once you apologize. Killian is a good guy.” 

“I doubt it.” I mumbled. “Is he here?” 

“Yeah, the last room at the end of the hallway.” My face must’ve looked pale because he added. “If you feel uncomfortable, just call my name and I’ll be right up.”

I nodded tensely. The one who might feel uncomfortable is Killian.

“ Don’t be so scared, Dare-bear.” He gave me a ‘friendly’ pat on the back that vibrated my entire spine before giving me a thumbs up. “Go do the right thing.”

The right thing? That was far from what I was doing. 

I walked to the room at the very end of the hallway and knocked. No answer. I knocked again and it was the very same thing. Strange, he said he was in here.

I opened the door and the room was empty.

Killian must’ve had the master bedroom because this place was massive. It had enough room for a large bed, a study table, a loveseat and a chaise. There was even a TV in there. 

I went over to his table and I saw a framed picture of a beautiful woman. She had brown hair and light brown eyes. I was about to pick it up when the door behind me opened.

Killian stepped out of the ensuite bathroom in nothing but a towel.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he growled.

His voice was  full of hostility but that wasn’t what made me swallow. Aside from his obvious personality flaws, I kind of got why Killian had so many girls throwing themselves at him. He’s nothing but muscle and I couldn’t stop myself from imagining running my tongue down his rock hard abs. His light brown hair was damp and pushed away from his forehead. He still had water running down his chest.

“Did you just come here to leer at me, Grayson?”  He crossed his arms and tilted his head to the side. That pose highlighted just how big his biceps were.

“Of course not.” I forced my gaze to his face. “I’m here to—” 

“Conjure up another false accusation?” He cut in with venom in his voice. “What will it be this time? You’ll say I hit you? Kicked you?” 

“No. Just let me finish.” 

“No.” He turned away from me. “You’ve done enough. Leave.” 

“Killian—” 

“I said leave.” He went over to his bed and picked up a shirt.

“I want you to be my boyfriend.” I blurted out.

The shirt in his hand fell to the floor and he turned to look at me with eyes as wide as saucers.

“Is this some new form of harassment?” He said with genuine shock.

I wanted the floor to open and swallow me up then drag me down to hell.

“I want you to pretend to be my boyfriend. Look, my dad—”

“Your dad? Of course.” He scoffed. “Don’t tell me all this was because you couldn’t resist me.”  His grin was both smug and mocking.

And that reduced my guilt just a little bit.

“Ew.” I groaned.

“Ew?” 

“Don’t think you’re all that, Captain.” I sneered. “If I had it my way, I wouldn’t even be in this damned building! My dad cut me off. No money until I find a boyfriend and I can’t pay anyone to date me because he’d know and probably pay them to back off. But you are the only person I can give something that my dad isn’t able to give so please pretend to be my boyfriend for a few months!” 

Killian stared at me in silence, blinking slowly. Then he laughed. It started off as a chuckle then it blew into a full on guffaw with him clutching his sides and leaning on his bed.

I closed my eyes and felt the heat spread on my cheeks. He definitely thought I was a psycho. Why did I ever think this was a good idea? 

When he was done he wiped a tear from the corner of his eye and said, “Well that’s one way to confess.”

“I told you,” I said through gritted teeth. “It wasn’t a confe—” 

“I’ll do it.” He cut in.

“What?” 

“I’ll be your fake boyfriend.” He flashed me a grin.