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Riot



THE NEXT MORNING, the sound of my own pained groaning wakes me from a restless sleep. Every muscle in my body aches like it’s been run over while I slept, and when I put pressure on my hands to lift myself off the bed, I inhale a sharp gasp and fall back against the mattress. Tears sting my eyes when I lift my wrists in front of my face and see the angry red and purple bruising marring my olive skin.

“Dee?” Rowan calls from the other side of my closed door. “Are you alright?”

Last night, she tried to crawl in next to me because she thought I needed the comfort, but what I really needed was to be alone. I told her I wanted to sleep by myself, and she reluctantly left my room to sleep in her own bed. I’m not sure which was worse about last night—having Cody put his hands all over me or breaking down in the shower afterward like some kind of helpless victim.

Rowan jiggles the knob. “Dee, are you okay?”

I clear the gravel from my throat. “Yeah. I’m fine.”

A long moment of silence passes, and I know she’s still lingering behind the door. “I’m going to make breakfast. You want anything?”

She’s in for a surprise when she opens the fridge and finds nothing but expired butter and a jar full of pickle juice. “No,” I answer, “I’m going back to bed.” I hesitate and then add, “You should go back to Adam’s. I might be out for a while.”

Rowan’s voice is sad and careful when she says, “Dee . . . can I come in for a minute?”

I attempt to run my fingers through my hair in a nervous gesture, but end up hissing through my teeth when lightning pain reminds me of the bruising. “I’m tired, Ro. I’ll call you, okay?”

I think I hear her sigh against the crack in my door; then she says with stubborn insistence, “I’ll be here when you wake up.”

I ignore her when she knocks on the door later to offer me lunch. I ignore her when she recruits Leti to try to talk me out of my room. I ignore her when she whines, threatens, and tries to bribe me with strawberry pancakes and chocolate ice cream. And I fall asleep ignoring the near constant texts and calls I receive from Joel.

The next morning, his voice is the one that wakes me.

“Dee, open up.” His pounding on my door causes me to bolt upright, putting all of my weight on my bruised-to-hell wrists.

“Fuck!” I cradle my arms in my lap and grit my teeth.

“I’m not playing games, Dee! Peach says you haven’t eaten anything. I brought you IHOP and you’re going to come out here and eat it.”

“Go away,” I growl. Joel is the last person in the world I want to see right now. Making a fucking fool of myself wasn’t what I wanted to do to win his attention.

“Are you seriously going to sit in there feeling sorry for yourself?”

“Fuck you.”

“That’s not the girl I know!”

“YOU DON’T KNOW ME.”

“Last chance,” he says.

“Or what?” I challenge.

I hear muffled voices and then Joel saying, “Fuck yes I’m going to break this door down. What’s she going to do, starve herself?” Speaking to me, he threatens, “One.”

I glare at my closed door, not falling for his bullshit.

“Two.”

“Get bent, Joel!”

“Three.”

A satisfied smile tugs at my lips when nothing happens, but then Joel bursts through my door in a flurry of limbs and splintered wood.

“What the hell!” I shriek, eyes wide as he falls to the floor yowling in pain. I launch off my bed and hover over all six-foot-one of him writhing on the floor. He’s cradling his shoulder in his hand and stringing curse words together in arrangements I’ve never heard before. His knuckles are wrapped in bandages and his face is a mask of pain.

“I fucking dislocated my shoulder, goddamn it!” he curses. Rowan sidles next to me and Leti next to her.

“Did you seriously dislocate your shoulder?” Rowan asks.

Leti shakes his head with pity. “I told you not to do it.”

“No,” Joel snaps, “I’m joking, Peach. I just like rolling around on the floor for no fucking reason!”

She kicks him in the shin, and I burst out laughing. I’m still pissed as hell at him, but I can’t help laughing when he’s lying on the floor, bandaged and bruised with a dislocated shoulder, and my best friend is kicking him while he’s down. He’s a hot mess.

“I’m glad you find this so funny,” he growls up at me.

“I didn’t ask you to come over here.”

“Or to break down the door,” Leti adds.

“OR to break down the door.”

Joel sits up and glares at me until he sees my wrists. “Shit . . . Dee . . .”

Rowan and Leti follow his gaze and inhale sharp breaths, and I throw my hands behind my back to hide them from view. “It’s not a big deal. Stop staring at me like that.”

“Is that why you wouldn’t come out?” Rowan asks. Since there’s a half bathroom attached to my room, I didn’t have to see her at all yesterday, despite her multiple attempts to lure me out. And this morning, I vaguely remember her trying to wake me up to go to school, but I’m pretty sure I told her that my professors could go eat dicks.

“I just didn’t feel like it. God.”

Rowan steps toward me like she wants to hug me, pauses, and finishes her assault by throwing her arms around my neck. Since my wrists are out of commission, I don’t attempt to push her away.
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