Total pages in book: 144
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 137654 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 688(@200wpm)___ 551(@250wpm)___ 459(@300wpm)
I snort. “He’s not my babysitter.” If she only had a clue of what he’s put me through, she’d see what I did was nothing.
“I had nothing to do with it,” he chimes in, and my eyes narrow on him. He’s the reason I did the damn dare in the first place!
“It’s not a big deal. It’s just three days,” I tell her. I’ve been suspended for more.
“No big deal? Your father is gonna be pissed,” she snaps.
“What’s he gonna do, ground me?”
“He’s sending you back to your mother’s,” Cole answers me.
“What?” I ask, looking back over at him.
“Cole—” Celeste starts.
But he continues. “He wanted to ship you back to your mother’s the other day with twenty grand. Because, like your mother, he doesn’t want you.”
“Cole,” she snaps.
How much does he know? “How do you know that?” I demand, standing from the couch. Then I look at her. “Jesus, how much have you told him about my life?”
She opens her mouth, but Cole speaks. “He told me at dinner the other night.”
“What?” I snap. Why would he tell him that? Cole and Celeste are obviously close. But how close are he and my dad? As far as I know, he hates him as much as I do.
“I won’t let that happen,” Celeste assures me. “And I’m the only one the school contacts. So we just won’t tell him.” She bows her head and sighs.
I look back at Cole, and he looks at me with disgust. Like I’m some charity case he took on. As if I asked to be part of his little twisted group.
My eyes go back to Celeste. “I don’t care. Let him send me back.” That’s what I want, right? It would get me away from Cole and his friends. It would get me out of all his twisted scams and blackmail. I look at Cole. “Not sure why you do.”
“Austin?” Celeste starts, but I ignore her and pull my cell out of my back pocket.
I go to my contacts and find Bruce. Then hit call. Placing it to my ear, I tap my foot on the Persian rug, hoping he still has the same number. It has been four years since I’ve called him.
“Austin?” he growls in answer.
“I got suspended,” I say without wasting a second.
Chuckling has me looking up, and I see Cole. He has his hand over his mouth trying to hide a smirk. His eyes meet mine, and he shakes his head like I’ve lost my mind.
“Austin!” Celeste snaps, taking a step toward me to yank my phone from my ear, but I place my hand up to stop her and take a step back.
“What?” he barks through the line. “What the hell did you do?”
“Pulled the fire alarm.”
He lets out a growl of annoyance. “How long?”
“Three days.”
Celeste throws her hands up and storms out of the room, and I look back at Cole. He is no longer laughing at me, but he does have a smirk on his face.
My father clears his throat. “Well …” He pauses. “Will it affect graduation?”
I frown but say, “No.”
“Okay, then. Don’t do it again,” he snaps and then hangs up on me.
I place the phone in my back pocket, my eyes never leaving Cole’s. “He’s not sending me home.” He arches a brow. “Just wanted to know if it would affect graduation.” His smirk grows to a full smile, and my eyes narrow on him. He wanted to ship you back to your mother’s the other day with twenty grand. “Did you have something to do with this?” I demand.
He reaches up and rubs his lips, his eyes on mine. “I have no clue what you’re talking about.”
I take a step toward him. “What did you do, Cole?”
“Insurance,” he says simply.
It’s the same thing he said to me before he sliced my arm open. “I know you’ve done something,” I snap.
“I dare you to prove it.”
I run a hand through my hair unable to play mind games right now. I can’t take it anymore. “I need some air,” I mutter. I shove open the door to the terrace and take off. I run because it feels good. I run because that’s all I’m allowed to do. I feel like Eli’s sister’s husband. That hamster in the cage. Unable to do anything. Unable to go anywhere. I make it to the top of the hill, and the cemetery comes into view, but I don’t stop. My lungs tighten as I try to suck in a breath. My side hurts, but it’s something I did. It’s my choice. Fuck them! And their rules for me. Screw …
I’m hit from behind and thrown to the ground. “What …?” I look up to see Cole on top of me. “What are you doing?”
“What are you doing?” he snaps.
“Trying to get away from you. Now get off.” God, he’s relentless.