The Private Club 3(10)
As I sat there, I remembered how Brandon had treated Katie back in college when he’d found out she was eighteen. He’d been a horrible person and done a really horrible thing. He’d treated her like shit, and even though I knew he’d had a reason to be upset, I felt that what he’d done had been unacceptable.
I flipped the page to continue reading. I had about five more minutes before I had to rush to my next test. As I turned the page, I realized that this was the last entry in the journal.
“Hunter is older than me. Has more secrets. Doesn’t believe in love. I’m a fool like my sister. But what wouldn’t one do for love? Swimming is good for the body. The truth lies in the water. Trust in what you feel. That’s what I say. Don’t venture into the deep end. It’s easy to drown.”
And that was it. I was even more confused than before. What was she talking about? Why was she mentioning Hunter again? Was Hunter the code name for someone at the club? My heart stopped for a second as the thought hit me. Is Hunter really Greyson? Was Nancy dating Greyson? His description sounded just like Greyson to me.
I stilled as I heard two girls walk into the bathroom.
“God, if I get another stupid test, I’m going to scream.”
“Mine was pretty cool,” her friend said. “I got to smoke some pretty dope weed.”
“What?” The other girl sounded jealous.
“Yeah, there was some coke as well. But I didn’t see it until the end.”
“Did you take it?”
“Nah.” The girl paused. “Well, just a little bit.”
“Let me have some.”
“Not now. We can do some tonight.”
“That’s what I’m talking about.” The other girl sounded excited. “Let’s get fucking high.”
“Fuck yeah. I was starting to think this place was a dump, but now I know they got the goods for free.”
“Better than selling your body, eh?”
“Shit. I was with a guy who used to give me molly for a blowjob.” The girl sounded nonchalant. “It was worth it.”
“I’d love to give Greyson a blowjob Or even fucking David. He’s hot.”
“I heard Elizabeth was fucking Frank. I’d do him.”
“He’s not hot.”
“He’s all right.” The girl laughed. “Okay, don’t hate me. But I fucked David last night.”
“You bitch! You did not!”
“Well, he came to my room and—”
I sat there still as a stone waiting to hear more, but someone else walked into the room.
“You okay, girls?” Patsy’s voice vibrated in the room.
“Yes,” one of the girls said. This time her voice was not as loud or excited.
“Then I suggest you go back to the test rooms.”
“Yes, ma’am.”
“Also, please give me the package in your pocket.”
“What?”
“I know you took something from the room. Please hand it to me.” Patsy’s voice was firm.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“The package.”
“Here you go.” The girl huffed. “I didn’t even know what it was.”
“Get to your next test rooms, please.”
I sat in the stall and waited until I was pretty confident that they had all left. I exited slowly after storing the diary back in the top of the toilet. I walked to my next test room quickly. My mind was spinning again. I felt like every time I thought I had a new lead, something else cropped up to make me doubt what I thought I knew.
I walked into my next room with my thoughts in a whirl. I didn’t even look to see what the new room contained since I was so caught up in the hurricane that was twirling around in me.
“Hi, Meg.” His voice was soft and unexpected.
“Greyson.” I looked up at him in surprise, not able to stop the acceleration of my heart. “What are you doing here?”
“I figured you missed me or something.”
“I saw you this morning.” I knew my words sounded shaky.
“Maybe I missed you.” He shrugged as he eyes sought out mine.
“Yeah, right.” I rolled my eyes. “What do you really want?”
“A kiss.” He walked toward me with the confidence of a man who knew he could have any woman he wanted.
I stared at his face clinically, trying to understand why this man made me lose my mind. It wasn’t like I hadn’t seen handsome men before. Granted, I’d never dated or made love to a man whose blue eyes had sent shivers down my spine like his did. I’d never seen a man whose jaw had quite that angle and whose golden locks felt soft and silky to the touch. I’d never been touched by a man whose fingers were rough and gentle at the same time. I’d never tasted a man whose very essence reminded me of manna from heaven.