Total pages in book: 89
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84407 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 422(@200wpm)___ 338(@250wpm)___ 281(@300wpm)
“Not now.” I sigh, unable to deal with any more drama.
“Hear me out,” he says, pulling out a manila folder. I’m skeptical, but for some reason, I don’t walk away like I know I should. Somehow, I know that whatever is in his hands is about to change everything.
“I told you to stay away from me.”
“I just thought you should know the kind of scum you’re shacking up with.”
“I don’t care what you think you know,” I seethe, getting into his space. I’m so sick of Eric fucking with my life. “Dare is a good person, which is more than I can say of you.”
“Highly doubt that, considering he’s a murderer.” Eric chuckles darkly, opening the folder. He holds it out in front of me, and I snatch it from his hands. There are several articles in here, but on the first page, I see a headline in bold letters with a picture of a young Dare below.
Teen suspected of killing foster brother.
I slowly turn my head toward Blackbear, my eyes finding Dare almost instantly. As if he senses me, he looks up and we lock eyes. The folder slips out of my grasp, papers fluttering to the sidewalk around me. Dare’s eyes widen, and when they land on Eric, they narrow into slits.
I don’t believe it. Not for a second. Not even with the murderous expression on his face right now.
“It’s amazing what you can find on the internet,” Eric says smugly. I’m still looking at Dare as he stands when something inside me snaps. I curl my fingers into a fist and launch it into the side of Eric’s face. Shock replaces his cocky smile.
“Fuck you, Eric.”
Eric’s hand darts out, wrapping around my throat, and then I’m slammed against the wall behind me, only my tiptoes touching the ground.
“Your boyfriends aren’t here to help you this time, Logan,” he taunts, and I swing my foot forward to kick him in the balls. He jumps away, but not fast enough.
“Fuck!” he screams, and then his fist is coming straight for my face. My head cracks against the wall behind me, and I feel dazed for a few seconds before the pain sets in, causing me to cry out.
“Look what you made me do!” he yells back, and from the corner of my eye I see the door to Blackbear open, then Eric is gone. I sink down the wall, but Dare scoops me up, holding me in his arms as Cordell, Camden, and Asher pin Eric to the pavement.
“Lo, are you okay?” Dare asks, tipping my chin up. My face feels wet, and I bring my hand to my nose only to realize it’s blood. That son of a bitch.
“I’m fine. I’m fine,” I say again, this time firmer. It hurts, but I’m more angry than anything.
“Cord!” Dare yells and Cordell, not needing further instruction, walks away from Eric and over to me, wrapping an arm around my shoulders. Dare moves toward Eric and sends a boot into his side. Eric jerks and moans, bringing his knees to his chest.
“Dare!” I yell. It’s not worth it. Eric is not worth it.
“Take her inside,” Dare orders, pointing a finger at me.
“Come on, Lo. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Cord says, guiding me inside.
“Cord, no,” I say, digging in my heels.
“It’s okay,” he assures me. “Asher won’t let him go too far.”
Reluctantly, I let him guide me away. Once inside, Matty walks out of the bathroom, his eyes bulging.
“The fuck!” he yells, jaw hardening as he marches toward me.
“The suit is back,” Cordell informs him.
“I should’ve gone with you.” Matty says, guilt painting his features.
“It’s a bloody nose, Matty. I’m not dying.” I try to laugh to make him feel better, but it sounds fake to my own ears.
I make my way over to the clean myself up in bathroom, ignoring the pain in my throat and face, but the door dings, and I whip around. Only it’s not Dare. It’s Jake. And he has one of the crumpled articles in his hands.
“Cops are here,” he says, and I rush toward the front, but Jake blocks my way.
“Jake, move,” I say through gritted teeth.
“I just need to say something.” His eyes are pleading with me.
I don’t respond, and he takes it as permission to continue.
“I’m not Dare’s biggest fan. In fact, I’ve spent a lot of years hating him.”
“Yeah, I’d say that was pretty clear,” I deadpan, trying to move past him, but he blocks me again.
“But this?” He holds up the article covered in shoeprints. “This isn’t how it went down. His foster brother was my best friend, and while I blame him, it was an accident.”
I give him a terse nod. He’s telling me what I already know to be true.
“Anyway, I told the cops that he was defending you.”