Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 84072 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 420(@200wpm)___ 336(@250wpm)___ 280(@300wpm)
I don’t understand it. How could anybody consider it fun to ruin somebody’s property? How could they laugh? “I’m going to have to buy a new backpack,” I mutter, looking down at the ruined bag between my calves.
“They sell them at the bookstore,” Maya points out. “I could walk over with you when we’re finished eating.”
I think I love this girl.
4
BRIGGS
Preston, Kellen, Tucker, Carter, and I walk the halls of Wicked Falls like we own the place. I guess in many ways we do. Not only is Tucker’s father the headmaster of this school, but the five families literally fund this place. No one touches us here or anywhere else in this town.
“You got class with your arch nemesis today?” Carter asks from beside me, a twinkle in his eyes at the thought of my misery.
“Looking forward to it, actually,” I admit. “I can mess with her up close.”
“That’s the spirit.” Tucker slaps me on the shoulder like he is proud of me. I guess I am taking a page out of his playbook. He has been tormenting his little blonde since last year, and he seems to enjoy it very much.
“How is your girl? What’s her face?”
“I wouldn’t call Maya my girl, more like a stray cat I like to torment for fun,” Tucker explains.
“Spoken like a true psychopath,” I point out, only getting a shrug of Tucker’s shoulders in response.
“I never denied my mental health state,” he adds. “Psychopath has a nice ring to it, don’t you think?”
“Sure, if you say so.” I shake my head.
“You guys are wasting your time on these girls. You can’t even fuck them, so what’s the point?” Preston asks from behind us.
“The point is, you can have fun without your dick getting wet, but I realize that’s hard for you to comprehend.” I chuckle. Although getting my dick wet is high on my priority list, Preston takes that to a whole new level. I’m pretty sure he’s fucked his way through most of the school already, including some of the female staff.
“Maybe you are not doing it right.” Preston shakes his head. “Because in my mind, fucking is all that matters.”
“We know,” Tucker, Carter, and I say at the same time.
As always, Kellen doesn’t say much. He listens to us talk and joke while giving us the occasional nod or chuckle. Most of the time, he is off in his own world thinking about who knows what.
“Nothing to say today, little guy?” I turn my head to ask Kellen. We started calling him little guy as a joke. He is really built like a brick house, with his 6’5” frame, broad shoulders and swollen chest, he towers over all of us.
He just shakes his head and keeps walking. Okaaay. He is certainly in a mood today.
“I’ll see you guys this afternoon,” I announce before heading to my next class.
I’ve been waiting all week to get Wren again, and this class seems to be the only time I can. It almost feels like she is hiding from me any other time. I’m tempted to go and get her schedule from the administrative office so I can stalk her more proficiently.
Part of me hates that I am thinking about her at all, but the bigger part of me enjoys her pain so much that I can’t stop. She’s awakened something dark inside of me. Something I can’t let go of now, even if I tried.
By the time I walk into class, Wren is already sitting down with people sitting on either side of her. I walk up to the guy sitting next to her. “You’re in my seat,” I announce. The guy doesn’t even question me. He simply gathers his things and moves to a different seat.
Glancing at Wren, I find her glaring at me apprehensively, as if she knows I’m up to something. She shifts in her seat nervously, and I enjoy her discomfort, no matter how small. If this has her squirming, she won’t like what I have planned for her next.
“Did you come to your senses and decide you’ll do the project for both of us?” I ask.
“Have you come to your senses and realized you’re a jerk?” She snaps back at me.
“Wrong answer,” I whisper under my breath while lifting my hand and placing it on her thigh. Excitement fills my veins as my fingers wrap around her warm leg. The scent of her strawberry shampoo invades my senses. Who the fuck uses strawberry shampoo in college? Isn’t that an elementary school thing?
“What the hell are you doing?” She hisses and tries to pull her leg away, but I already have a tight grip on it. I feel her thigh quiver beneath my touch and the beast inside of me roars to life. I squeeze her leg, and she grabs my hand with both of her much smaller ones, trying her best to pry my fingers away from her jeans-covered skin.