Total pages in book: 157
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 149510 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 748(@200wpm)___ 598(@250wpm)___ 498(@300wpm)
I have no idea where Scottie’s mom is now, but I don’t care. The dirty-blond-headed motherfucker with the ping-pong ball in his hand and a cocky smile on his lips is the only one I’m here for.
I shove all the red Solo cups off the top of their table with one aggressive hand, and they hit the floor, alcohol sloshing all over the place. Nadine shouts, “What the hell!” and jumps back to avoid the spill, but Dane doesn’t do shit because he’s already locked eyes with me. Fear seeps from his every pore as I move toward him, and he skitters back like the coward that he is.
This fight is entirely different from the one we had before, my patience for his bullshit more than already spent. I don’t give him any time to prepare and land a hard punch to the center of his smug fucking face that makes his head jerk back violently.
Nadine screams.
“Shit,” I hear Ace say before his and Blake’s yells rend the air to say, “Get back!” to the approaching crowd.
As I hit Dane a second time, right on the cheekbone, the shouts of “Fight!” from several students around us reverberate through the house, and the DJ’s music stops once again.
Dane stumbles on his feet as I land blow after blow to his face, his hands and arms as he uses them to block absolutely no match for my sheer determination.
“You feel like a big man for preying on a girl who’s half your size?” I yell so hard that spit flies from my lips. I land another blow, and blood pours from his busted lip. “You couldn’t stand that she broke up with you, huh? You and your pathetic ego couldn’t let it go. So, what did you do, Dane? What did you fucking do?”
I punch him in the stomach before he can respond, a loud “Ugh!” flying out of his lungs.
“Only weak men prey on women. And that’s what you are, motherfucker. You are a weak fucking, pathetic piece of shit.”
Blood drips down his face from all directions, several open cuts gaping from my fist. He throws a punch at me, which I easily dodge since his equilibrium is all off. Nadine screeches again as I push him against a wall with my forearm to his throat, and Ace calls out behind me again. But I don’t see anything but his cocksucking evil eyes.
As he starts to gurgle blood, my arm on his throat effectively choking the life out of him, Ace yells once more, and I drop him to the floor. He climbs up slowly, holding himself around his abdomen and fighting to open his swollen eye through the blood dripping into it.
“You’re fucking done,” he threatens, his voice gravelly and strained. “Say goodbye to college.”
He might be right, but what he fails to understand is that I don’t give a single fuck.
When he opens his mouth to speak again, I take it upon myself to shut him up. I punch him with all of my strength, landing a perfect uppercut that drops him to the floor like a rock.
He’s out cold. Maybe, for all I know, dead.
I walk out the fucking door, and I don’t look back. Either outcome is okay with me.
Saturday December 14th
Finn
Several pounding knocks to the door wake me up. With bleary eyes, I reach out toward my nightstand to check the time, and my swollen, still-bloodied knuckles hurt when I flex them to grab my phone. One tap to the screen and I see it’s only quarter to six. Way too fucking early when I didn’t go to sleep until four.
I lie back down, willing whoever is at the door to go away, but they just pound harder.
Ace groans in annoyance from his bed, and I’m on my feet, pulling a pair of discarded sweatpants over my boxer briefs and a T-shirt over my head.
I yank it open quickly, glancing back to Ace as he forces himself to sitting and then back to the man on the other side. “Are you Finn Hayes?” a man with a buzz cut in a Dickson Campus Police uniform asks.
I don’t bother with denying it. I had a feeling this was coming; I just hoped I’d get a little more sleep before it did. “Yeah. That’s me.”
“I’m Officer Walters,” he introduces himself and nods toward his partner. “This is Officer Marks.”
I hear a thud from behind me, and without even turning around, I know Ace is now standing at my back, wearing nothing but his boxers. “What’s going on, Officers?”
“Finnley Hayes, turn around, please, and put your hands behind your back. We have to take you into custody. Dane Matthews has pressed charges against you for assault,” Officer Walters states.
A deep sigh escapes my lungs, but I turn around. That fucking prick is so predictable.