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)
“No problem.” The truck backfired when he pulled off, headlights cutting over the neighbor’s overgrown grass. “We taking that old Volvo over at the Pig?”
“That’s what Tony said he wanted.”
And that Volvo would get us a grand to split between us. Enough for Wolf to help his dad with rent. Enough for me to try and catch up on the mortgage before the bank tried to foreclose. Zepp getting arrested a few months back had fucked us all in the ass.
I stared through the window, thinking how shit Dayton was as we passed by the 7-11 and the hookers standing on the corner by the phone booth. We didn’t have the luxury of few responsibilities. Hell, Hendrix didn’t even have parents. This city was like toxic sludge that ruined anything and everything it touched.
“The new girl’s hot. You gonna bang her?”
I thought about the way Drew moaned in the back of Nash’s van and smirked. “Might as well.” She may be a pain in my ass right now, but I’d gladly be a pain in hers once we got our little disagreement straightened out.
The truck rattled over a speed bump when Wolf kicked it into the Piggly Wiggly lot where the rundown Volvo sat beside the dumpster. Wolf parked beside it, blocking the view from the road, and I climbed out, maneuvering between the truck and the car.
Within a matter of minutes, I had the lock popped and I sat behind the wheel, dismantling the steering column and twisted the wires together. A plume of smoke puffed up before the engine rumbled to life. Wolf gave me a thumbs up and swung his pickup around, speeding out of the parking lot with me behind him.
When I got home, I kissed mom goodbye again, then checked on Arlo on my way to my room. And the second I closed my bedroom door, I shoved the cash I’d made into the envelope I kept tucked away in my top drawer, then crawled into bed. The familiar lullaby of cop sirens blared in the distant, mixing with the angry shouts from the neighbors, made it hard for me to unwind. So, I rolled onto my back, staring at the ceiling and imagined sinking my dick between Drew’s thighs. Because I was going to make that girl hate me, and one thing I knew for sure, girls like her couldn’t resist a good hate fuck with the bad boy.
* * *
I felt like a smug bastard the next afternoon when I strolled into biology because soon enough, shit was going to blow up.
Drew scribbled in her notebook, too focused to notice me when I started down the aisle. But the guy behind her sure as hell did, hiding his face behind his book as he slumped in his seat.
I touched the corner of his desk, and he jumped. “Get up.”
He shoved out of the chair so fast the thing bumped against the wall, then he stumbled to the back of the class where I usually sat, while I dropped to the seat behind Drew.
That damn perfume of hers seeped into my lungs, possessing my mind with thoughts of her thighs wrapped around my head. Gripping the edge of the desktop, I forced the idea of sex out of my head. “What kinda mood are you in today, baby girl?”
“Until right now—” She turned in her seat and judging from the lack of reaction—nothing had transpired from my little complaint. Yet— “It was just fine,” she said, then with a roll of her eyes, she faced the front again, and I fought a smirk.
That rich girl, look-down-her-nose expression called to the primitive part of me. She may have looked at me like she hated me, but the way her chest rose on uneven swells screamed that she’d still let me bend her over and have a go. Because girls like her wanted nothing more than to be dirtied and tainted by a bad boy. I had every intention of taking that invisible, privileged, princess crown and tarnishing every last gem and fuck if that wasn’t bad news for her.
The tardy bell rang just before the classroom door slammed shut and Mrs. Smith tossed her planner to the desk with an annoyed huff. “You’re gonna need a partner for the lab class you’ll all most likely fail or get high in. So, find another student you can work with, without killing.” She took a swig from her thermos. No one moved. She rolled her eyes, then snapped her fingers. “I said, find a partner.”
Desks scraped the floor as students switched seats. Drew didn’t budge, and neither did I. She glanced around the room. When the commotion of shuffling desks fell silent, Drew didn’t have a partner. One, she was obviously Barrington. And two, no one in this school would come within five inches of her because I’d all but taken a piss on her yesterday in the hall.