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)
Nora: So, did you get expelled?
Me: No. Suspended again.
Nora: My condolences.
Me: I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings, Nora. I didn’t mean to.
Nora: I selfishly don’t want you to leave, even though the place is an absolute shithole.
Me: I just need to get away from Bellamy.
It was almost a confession, but not quite. Everyone knew we were enemies. What she didn’t know was that hating him was the easy bit. The part that had me running, was something very far from hate.
Nora: Are you sure you haven’t fucked him? Because you sound cockstruck right now.
Me: I haven’t fucked him! And I am not cockstruck.
Nora: Maybe you should bang him. In the hallway. Or on Brown’s desk. Get him out of your system and get expelled at the same time. LOL.
Nora: I’m joking. Do not touch him. He’s gross.
Bellamy was many, many things. Hot, dirty, arrogant. Gross was not one of them.
Me: I won’t.
Until I got expelled and he collected. And why the hell the idea of that turned me on, was very, very concerning.
Bass thumped through the air seconds before Bellamy’s car barreled down the highway. He swerved off the road, tires kicking up a cloud of dust as he pulled into the lot in front of me. The door handle almost came off when I opened the door to climb into the passenger seat.
Cigarette burns scarred the cloth seats, and the only thing holding the dashboard together was strips of duct tape. The thing didn’t look safe, not to mention, I doubted Bellamy was a safe driver. This may very well be the way I died… He shifted gears. The engine made an unhealthy rattling sound, like an old chain smoke, when it took off. When he fishtailed it back onto the highway, he lowered the volume to the rap music blaring through the busted speakers.
“You aren’t allergic to latex, are you?” he laughed a little.
“We’re not fucking. I didn’t get kicked out.” I huffed. The more I thought about it, the more pissed I grew.
“What do you mean, you didn’t get kicked out? You were doling out weed—”
“Two-day suspension.”
“What the fuck?” He shifted gears again, flooring it through a red light. “You were passing out weed like Willy Wonka. How the hell did you not get expelled? What’d you do, give Brown a handjob or something?”
“No, Brown got this smug-ass look on his face, like he knows I want out.” I banged my head against the seat, staring out at the shitty town of Dayton as it whizzed past my window. “Why the hell am I surrounded by men who want to ruin my life?”
“And Jacobs didn’t argue with him?”
“Jacobs?”
I glanced at Bellamy, and he shot me a glare before taking a hard left, slinging me against the door.
“Jacobs. The cop… Don’t tell me he didn’t even call Jacobs in?”
“Uh, no. I was in his office for like, five minutes.”
“That’s bullshit.” He sped toward a red light, and I grabbed onto the door handle because I just knew he was going to run this one, too.
“You know,” I said, “you owe me now.”
Then he slammed on the brakes. My hands hit the dashboard; the seatbelt cut into my chest as the car came to a screeching halt. “You dick!”
“I do not owe you anything. It’s not my fault you didn’t get expelled for something you absolutely should’ve been expelled for. That’s on you—” His gaze dropped to my exposed thigh. “For being hot or some shit. God, my dick can’t take much more of this...”
He thought I was hot. Wait—not the point. “I let you burn my freaking car!”
“Correction. You,” he jabbed a finger toward me, “suggested I burn your car.”
Only because me handing out weed in the hall one hundred percent looked like I was trying to dick him over. And he’d made it clear he’d have to fake retaliation. Whatever. Hendrix had wanted to burn my car. The smell of piss was never coming out of the seat anyway, so he might as well set fire to it. Not like I wouldn’t get a new one with the insurance.
The light turned green, and he somehow floored his little car so fast the backend fishtailed. “You’re insane if you think I owe you.” He snorted. “I was trying to do you a favor.”
“You were trying to do your dick a favor. Now, I have two suspensions and a burned-out car. Oh, and I’ve ignored every call and text from my father ever since he heard I got fired for dealing weed.” And he was about to hear I was dealing in school. He was going to kill me. Possibly bury me in the yard…
“House so big he texts you to shout at you,” he mumbled. “Jesus…”
“You’re funny.” I groaned. “He’s totally going to come back home just to kick my ass.”