Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 100476 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 502(@200wpm)___ 402(@250wpm)___ 335(@300wpm)
A crease forms between her eyebrows as she frowns at me. Like a good little mouse she approaches me. She’s much shorter than me, so she has to crane her head up to look at me. I inhale her scent. Some perfume I don’t recognize, but one that I like. Unfortunately. She arches a blond brow in question.
“Did you cheat?” I taunt, knowing full well she didn’t.
She rolls her eyes. “Can we have a truce or are you going to really do this?”
“We’re doing this,” I say with a wolfish grin. “I promised you, English, we were going to do this. I’m a lot of things. A player. An asshole. A smartass. But what I’m not is a liar. When I promise something, I always make good on it.”
“I could transfer,” she threatens. “Tell Aunt Karen you’re a dick.”
“She knows I’m a dick,” I tell her with a shrug. “I spent more time in her office getting my ass reamed than I ever did in class.”
“You’re obnoxious,” she grumbles. “I have to get to class.”
“You have Ewing?”
Her features soften. “Literature.”
“Careful, blondie,” I say, dropping my gaze to her lips. “He likes to play with little girls.”
She smirks, taking a step backward. “Good thing I’m not one.”
Like fuck she ain’t.
The girl is young and small and innocent.
When she reaches the door, she looks over her shoulder, holds up her middle finger, kisses the pad of her finger, and blows me a kiss. My stupid dick reacts to her sassy act.
“Detention,” I threaten.
She just fucking laughs.
The moment he enters the teacher’s lounge, he knows he’s fucked up. This is the first time I’ve been alone with him since the whole Roux incident. To say he’s been avoiding me is an understatement.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Ewing,” I say in a menacing tone. “Rape any little girls today?”
He flinches, looking over his shoulder. “I didn’t rape anyone.”
I approach, taking joy in the fact he cowers beneath my imposing form. “Yet.”
“Whatever, man,” he grumbles, attempting to sidestep me.
Grabbing his stupid tie, I twist it in my fist, drawing him to my face. “If I see you as much as look at anyone at this school, I will go to your house and drown you in your fucking bathtub.”
His eyes widen and he swallows. “I’m not touching anyone!”
“Damn right,” I growl. “Don’t go near Charlotte.”
I shove him away from me when we hear voices just outside the door. Now that he feels safe, he straightens and backs himself toward the exit.
“Charlotte failed,” he says. “Technically she’s an adult.”
I am going to murder this fucker.
“Last I checked, rape is illegal in all states, dickwad.”
“It’s not rape if she wants it,” he sneers.
With those maddening words, he bolts out of the teacher’s lounge. So help me, if that piece of shit touches her, I am going to skin him alive.
Why?
Because she’s mine to torment.
She and I have beef. Beef that doesn’t involve anyone else. Just us. This is our thing and I won’t have some pathetic sleazeball fucking with what’s mine.
I hate that warmth spreads through my veins at that thought.
Mine.
It’s not like I’m blind. She’s hot and has a banging body. Legal too. If I didn’t hate her guts, I’d be down to fuck that bitch any day of the week.
But our circumstances are different.
I don’t plan on fucking her.
I just want to fuck with her.
I’ll be damned if I let Wes Ewing change that.
Charlotte
I scan the lunchroom, only wincing slightly when I realize my close friends are no longer here. They’ve all moved on. Penny has a different lunch than me, so I can’t even sit with her. Lovely. Oh well. I’ll just text with Roux and Loden. I grab a chicken sandwich and a water before heading toward a table of girls I know. Several are cheerleaders who were a grade below me.
“Hey,” I chirp, forcing a bright smile. “Can I sit here?”
A girl named Shellie smiles at me. “Of course—”
“No,” Heidi says, rising to her feet so that we’re eye level. “The trash sits there.” She points to a garbage can.
I skim my gaze down her front, taking in her gym clothes she was forced to change into after Cal sent her to the office. “Why am I trash?” I arch a brow, subtly indicating she’s the one looking like a hot mess right now.
Several girls giggle and she silences them with a glare. Then, she turns her hazel eyes back on me.
“Everyone knows what a whore you were last year. You slept with three guys at once. There were pictures that went around.” She scoffs. “Is that where you disappeared to? To get rid of all those diseases? Did it take them a long time to pick out all the crabs?”
Reminders of the crap Ryan pulled creep up on me like a cloying fog. So often he’d make me pliable with the pills he’d all but force down my throat. I could have said no. I could have fought it. But I didn’t. I became what they said. A whore.