Boarding with the Bad Boy [COMPLETE + BONUS published edition]

Proof

My resolve lasts until I reach the dorm, where Sam is sat at his desk over a pile of English homework, his hair a mess. One glance tells me he's been running his hands through it. He's stressed about something.

"Grey," He says curtly as I close the door behind me.

"Evans," I say, mimicking his tone.

He looks up at me and his eyes are venomous. I almost ask what he's so pissed about, until I remember the SnapChat. Sam has it, I know. And he'd be friends with Brandon on there. But he knows I don't, and he doesn't know that Jill and I have just spent an hour dissecting the whole thing.

He picks his phone of his desk and throws it at me, kind of hard. I catch it regardless.

"Read it," he instructs, ignoring my pointed look.

I pull it up on his iPhone, psyching myself up for the conversation as he turns back to his English homework.

"Damn," I whistle as I come to the end. I can't help it. Whoever this photo is of has a porn star body. I realize it probably is a porn star.

Sam's head lifts from his books and he spins in his seat, his angry eyes focused on me.

"Damn?" He accuses, echoing me.

"Whoever's photo this is," I hold the phone up to him and he grimaces away from it, "Is freaking sexy."

Sam watches me, ignoring the screen still pointed in his direction.

"None of this is from me and you know it," I say finally, tossing the phone back at him. I, too, throw too hard, and it bounces over his hand and off his desk to the floor. We both look at it, but neither of us moves to pick it up.

"Bullshit," Sam says finally.

My hackles rise at this. I thought that we were past the accusations and fighting.

"Obvi?" I ask, emphasizing it. "Can you seriously imagine me using the word 'obvi'?"

I'm hoping for a laugh, but Sam doesn't give me anything except for a petulant shrug.

"Sam, what the hell? I thought we were going to talk about the whole Welcome Party thing like adults today. And I thought it was very clear that I was never involved in any of this crap."

Sam, apparently sick of looking up at me, stands so that he hovers above me and I have to turn my gaze up to meet his.

Idiotically, I want him to tell me that he's only behaving this way because he cares about me, but his face twists into an unfamiliar thing when he says, "I changed my mind. And I don't give a shit whether you say 'obvi.''" He pauses before continuing, "You can fuck whoever you want, Logan, but leave me out of it."

"When did I ever bring you into it?" I feel suddenly like crying. I was so sure that Sam wouldn't buy into this whole thing that I hadn't even considered what I would do if he had. I'm regretting that now.

"'You weren't being serviced properly in 202?'" He accuses.

"Oh my God!" I shout, lunging at him. I shove my hands against his chest. "You're ridiculous!" I'm not going to soothe his feelings about some third form loser talking about Sam "servicing" the fictional me as if I'm a car. And the fact that he won't believe that this has nothing to do with me is making me insane. I realize I'd love to have a good, real fight with Sam right now.