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)
“He sent you to Dayton?” There wasn’t one Barrington prick I knew who would voluntarily send their precious kid to Dayton.
“Dayton is punishment. And I want out.”
Dayton is punishment for her, and life for me. And if that didn’t sum up Barrington, I didn’t know what did.
I pushed up from the chair. “I’ll bring you some weed.”
“Okay.”
Then I started toward through the kitchen, stopping at the doorway to glance back at her. “And one more thing. I let you do this, and I’ll have to get you back. I have a reputation to uphold...”
13
Drew
The door slammed closed, and I stood in the kitchen with my empty Push-Pop, wondering what in the hell I’d just agreed to.
I’d literally just prostituted myself out in exchange for his help getting expelled from Dayton. And the worst thing...I knew I probably didn’t need his help. I wanted to get expelled in part to get away from him, but I also wanted the asshole.
This was a have your cake and eat it situation.
For one night. I could have a hit, just one dose of Bellamy to cure this craving. And then I’d be gone, away from this shithole school, and I'd never have to see him again.
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Girls glared, cupping hands and whispering as I made my way to Nora’s locker. That two-day suspension had not been long enough away from this hell hole.
Nora glanced over her shoulder when I stopped beside her. “So, I heard you got suspended because you said you stole the tests everyone knows Bellamy took.” Her brows pulled together. “I mean, did you voluntarily do that, or did he threaten you into it or what?”
“I saw an opportunity.” I didn’t belong here, but the situation with Bellamy made things so much worse. I needed to get out of this school and away from him. But I couldn’t tell her that without hurting her feelings. “I just need to get kicked out, Nora.”
Hurt flashed across her eyes before she covered it, then she shut her locker door. “This school is shit. I'd go to Barrington if I could.”
“Speaking of getting kicked out, I’m about to start handing out weed. Wish me luck.”
Her brows lifted. “Are you getting expelled or arrested?”
“Maybe both.”
“Good luck.” Then she shoved through the hall, ducking into her classroom.
I made my way down the hall and stopped at the main intersection. My pulse steadily ticked up as I dug in my backpack for one of the tiny baggies Bellamy had given me.
Was I really trusting the guy I was in a little bit of a war with to get me out of this hellhole? Sex didn’t seem like enough of a guarantee. I glanced around at the gratified lockers, the girls glaring at me like they’d cut me given a chance.
Yeah. It absolutely was.
“Who wants some weed?” I shouted, and silence fell over the hall. “I’ve got weed!” I shook the baggie, then chucked it at one of the guys who’d stop to stare at me with a furrowed brow like I’d lost my mind. And I pretty much had.
A nervous energy wound through me as the crowd of students continued to grow, even though the whole point of this was to get caught. I had to get out of this school, out from under my dad’s stupid punishment.
The congregation of students shifted. The murmur of whispers fell to a hush as people scrambled to get out of the way. I knew it was Bellamy before I laid eyes on him. And yes, I had to do this to get away from him.
The second his gaze landed on me, his jaw set. Wolf and Hendrix moved beside him, staring, and when they started toward me, I tossed a bag at Hendrix. “Have some weed.”
“Holy. Shit.” He caught it, crammed it inside his pants, then pointed at me. “She’s giving away weed, man.”
If I hadn’t planned the whole thing out with him the night before, I’d swear the fury in Bellamy’s eyes was real.
On a smirk, he swiped a hand over his chin then stalked toward me. It wasn’t like I needed any help being drawn to all things bad, but when he looked at me like he wanted to hurt me, he made dangerous seem more than appealing.
He moved forward, and I moved backward until my spine hit one of the classroom doors. He caged me in, bringing his face in close proximity to mine. My thrumming pulse no longer had anything to do with nerves and everything to do with his warm breaths teasing my lips. “What’cha doing, baby girl?”
“Oh, you know, not dealing.” I swallowed, fighting to look anywhere but his lips. “Not taking any money.”
His chin dropped on a smile as his hand went to my thigh. “Not very smart.” His fingers teased the hem of my skirt, and I swayed toward him.