Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
She leaned in, her jaw ticcing. “I will never suck your dick, Bellamy. Now leave me alone. You see me in the hall, don’t talk to me.”
“You think you’re gonna call the shots?” I smirked as I back away. “Sure thing, baby girl. Sure fucking thing.”
* * *
“I’m telling you, Bell.” Hendrix palmed one of the rubber dodgeballs. “Set some shit on fire.”
The coach blew his whistle, and the girls bounded over to center-court in their baggy gym shirts and short-shorts.
“Females,” Coach started. “Since one of your counterparts thinks it’s funny to tie a tampon to my car antenna, you can run laps. Men. Grab a ball.”
The girls groaned on their way to the door. All except Drew. She stood there in shorts barely past her ass, inspecting her nails. And all I could think about was wrapping my hands around her throat again and making her moan. That would be the hate fuck of the century.
“Miss Morgan,” Coach shouted. “Get moving.”
“Oh, I’m sorry.” She placed a hand on her chest, the fakest smile crossing her face. “I can’t go on the track. Grass allergy.”
And that was bullshit. I’d read her file and she didn’t have one damn allergy.
Coach glanced across the gym at us, a befuddled expression on his face. “Grass aller— Well, are you allergic to plastic?”
She narrowed her eyes. “No.”
“Then grab a ball and get in line with the boys.”
“You want me to play with them?” She waved a prissy hand over the line of guys.
“Is that a problem?”
For her prissy ass, it absolutely would be. The annoyed scowl on her face said I was right. I waited on her to whine, possibly pitch a fit, but she just sighed and took her place across the court from Hendrix.
Hendrix snickered. “Fine. No setting her car on fire. But her ass...I’m tagging her ass with a ball.” His eyebrows wiggled before he took his spot behind the start line.
The whistle sounded, and everyone took off. Drew and Hendrix went for the same ball. He snatched it, reared back, and lobbed it straight at her thigh. She yelped and hobbled for a couple of strides.
The red mark it left, sent an unsettled feeling stirring in my gut. It was just dodgeball, but I couldn’t handle shit like that with girls. Scare the shit out of them, sure. Actually, physically hurt them, no.
“Don’t hit her again, man.”
Hendrix frowned at me. “What the fuck did you just say?”
“Don’t hit her.”
His eyes went wide and he shook his head before taking his place back behind the line. “I swear to God, if you let the temptation of a hot piece of ass cloud your judgement...”
The whistle sounded again. Sneakers scuffed the floor. Drew beat Hendrix to the ball this time, threw it, and nailed Hendrix in the balls. He fell to his knees, clutching his crotch while mumbled, “Motherfucker.”
“Miss Morgan,” Coach shouted. “No aiming at the penile region.”
“Sorry. Bad aim.”
Hendrix glared up at me from the fetal position he’d curled himself into. “Scared the shit outta her, huh?” He grunted. “How does setting fire to her car sound to you now?”
10
Drew
I was woman enough to admit that he’d scared me, really scared me, and I’d made a vow to myself that I was done with him. Done with his level of crazy, because I couldn’t compete with that, and I didn’t need this in my life.
The dismissal bell rang. I grabbed my backpack from my locker, then went to the library to check out a book on the American Revolution for the project I’d been assigned to work on with Nora.
Dayton’s library was deplorable. Nothing was organized. Half the books were missing spines. It took me twenty minutes to finally locate the historical book in the self-help section… By the time I left, the rush of students in the hallway had died down. I made my way down the corridor, typing out a text to Genevieve when I heard Bellamy’s voice. “Seriously, Nikki? You do realize it’s psychotic.”
I paused, lingering around the corner where the hallways intersected.
“It was a joke, Bellamy.”
“Do I look like I find it fucking funny?” His voice was a feral rumble, barely restrained, and it made me recoil.
“Why do you even care?” she asked, a slight tremor in her words. “I mean—”
“Are you that stupid?” Something banged on a locker. If I had to guess, it was Bellamy’s fist.
“Jesus Christ! We hooked up. Once. When I was shitfaced. And you just…” Silence fell over the hall. “Leave her the fuck alone, Nikki.”
I had to wonder who they were talking about, and what exactly Nikki had done to piss him off so much, because he sounded livid. I waited until a few more minutes of silence passed before I hooked a left down the hall, then exited the school, heading into the half-deserted parking lot