Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

everyone wants to be her.”
No.
He advances on me slowly. “She has the power, Liv. This is how they
think.”
I swallow.
“You are giving her your power.”
“What do you know?” I bite out.
“I know.”
I shake my head absently, dropping my eyes to the floor. I’m in control.
She’s not running the show. Is that what he thinks? “I’m not in love with
her,” I tell him.
“Liv…”
I dart my eyes up, glaring at him. “You don’t know anything.”
“I know it will be over when she says, not you.”
My lungs empty, because I don’t want to believe that’s true, but I know it
is. Everything relies on her. Where we show our faces. How we have to hide
at school. The future. We get along in and out of the bedroom, and neither of
us wants to be away from the other, but…
I’m out.
She’s not.
Everything comes down to what she’s going to do and how long it will
take for her to own up.
But I don’t care. I’m not taking this relationship to college. I don’t know
what Macon’s worried about. Yeah, I like her.
I don’t love her.
But my head swims the moment the words drift through my brain. I don’t
love her.
Macon leaves, his words hanging in the air as he heads up the stairs, and
after a moment, I follow. He disappears into his room, and I grab my
doorknob, ready to escape into mine, but Iron’s bedroom door opens.
A redhead in ripped jeans and a pink cut-off T-shirt walks out, Dallas
pulling on his jeans behind her, and Iron still passed out in the bed in the
corner.
Amy pulls the door closed, but not before Dallas winks at me, a shiteating
grin on his face.
Ew, really? What the fuck? How did that happen? Goddammit. I guess
things got more interesting after we left last night.