Like You Hate Me (Hawthorne University #1)

by Bethany Winters

“I hate him. I hate what he makes me feel. If only it didn’t feel so damn good.” -Andi Jaxon

“What happened to the girl you lived with?” I ask Easton, looking up at the house he brought me to as we climb the wide steps leading up to it. The whole place is made out of glass and pearly white marble. “She burned all my shit and kicked my ass to the curb,” he answers, laughing lightly at the look on my face. “Don’t feel bad for me.” He shakes his head, pushing the front door open and allowing me to step in first. “I deserved it.” “Why? What did you do?” “I fucked her sister.” I raise a brow at that, turning to face him as I back up into the house. “You tell everybody you just met that you’re a cheating asshole?”

“Jesus, the way you look at him…” Frankie mutters. “I wish someone would look at me like that.” “Like what?” “Like they wanna fight me and fuck me at the same time.”

“Oh my God,” he chokes out. “Shit, Nate.” “I know,” I say softly, watching his body move as he grinds his ass up, fucking me back. “Fuck. Keep going just like that. You look so hot like this, baby.”

If I find out he’s been sneaking out of my house to fuck someone else, I’m gonna choke him until he pukes.

I repeat, praying for patience I don’t have when

“Hey, Nate?” he calls as I walk away, and I close my eyes as I stop, already regretting my decision to listen to whatever he has to say. “Remember that guy I told you about a few months ago? The sexy little twink with the big dick and the nipple piercings? That was Xavi.” Spinning the ball in my hands, I turn around and throw it at the side of his head. Easton chooses that exact moment to walk around the corner, his eyebrows shooting up as he catches the ball on the rebound. I can tell by the look on his face that he heard what Carter said, but he wisely doesn’t ask questions. Instead, he looks at Carter, who’s holding his temple and laughing so hard he almost pisses himself. Who needs enemies, right?

“You watch me sleep,” he finally says. “Steal my cigarettes…Snoop through my shit…” “I touch you sometimes too.” “What? Where?” “Wherever I want.” “Dude, that’s kinda creepy.” “I told you to lock your door,” I remind him. “Three times. It’s not my fault you don’t listen.” “I didn’t say I didn’t like it.”

“Fuck, baby, you look so pretty,” I whisper, possessively grazing my thumb over the hickey beneath his ear. “You look like mine.” “Don’t,” he pleads, and I cock my head, watching him look up at me with sad eyes and a fragile heart. “Don’t make me fall for you.”

I press my lips to Xavi’s neck, catching his head in my hand when it almost falls off my shoulder. “It’s okay, baby. I got you.”

“Did you…?” He nods. “I got suspended. We lost the game.” And there goes his undefeated season. “I’m sorry.” “What are you sorry for?” “Well, I…” I hesitate. “It was my fault, wasn’t it?” He breathes out a cruel laugh, not even bothering to hide how pathetic he thinks I am. “You give yourself way too much credit for someone I couldn’t care less about. You’re not the reason I played like shit tonight. You don’t have that kind of power over me, party boy.”

Fuck. He did not just do that. This motherfucker seriously just picked me up and yeeted me into the motherfucking sea!

“You never planned on bringing me here, did you?” I ask, batting the towel away from my face so I can see him. “You just wanted to get me away from Easton.”

I let my hands fall off his body, then step aside, tilting my head at the door to give him permission. He blinks, ducking his face to hide his expression as he walks out of the room. “Well, shit.” “Shut up, Carter,” I mutter, gripping the t-shirt around my neck while I watch my boy go.

I licked it so it’s mine. Smiling a little, I toss the picture back into the box and gently set the lid on top. “Too bad, little sister,” I whisper. “He’s mine now.”

“If you even try to make me jealous tonight, I’ll fuck you so hard and for so long, you’ll never want dick again by the time I’m done with you.” “I’m not gonna try to make you jealous.” His arms come around my neck, his breath tickling my jaw. “I’m not trying to make you mad, Nate. I just wanted to look good for you.” My groan slips free, and I grab his hips, rubbing myself on him to show him how hard he’s making me. “You look so good, baby,” I rasp, cupping his face to study the eyeliner he’s wearing. “So pretty.”

“Xavi, he’s crazy,” I stress, not finding this even a little bit funny. “Did he pull it on you?” “I don’t know. I was blindfolded.” Jesus Christ. “Wait, why were you…?” And then it hits me. He’s doing it all blind. Fuck. There’s something wrong with my heart.

“I want to mean something to you,” I admit. “Anything. I want you to remember me after you decide you’re done with me and kick me out of your life for good. I wanna ruin you so bad that it’s me you’ll think about every time you’re fucking the person you really wanna be with.”

“Stop it, Nate.” “Stop what?” he asks innocently, still moving inside me as he feathers his lips over my face and neck. “Stop kissing me.” I pull away as much as I can, smacking his hand when he tries to pull me back again. “Jesus Christ. Just fuck me like you hate me.” “I do hate you.”

Fuck him. Fuck him so hard for doing this to me. And fuck me for letting him.

“Baby, he’s balls deep in love with you and he hates you for it. That’s why he’s treating you like shit. That’s probably why he’s always treated you like shit.”

“Jesus Christ. I love you, okay?” I damn near shout, pushing him down on his back and crawling on top of him. “I hate myself for it but I fucking love you.” “That’s sweet.”

“You still want it rough?” he asks, coaxing my mouth open with his tongue. “No,” I breathe out. “Fuck me like you love me.”