Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
The vehicle made an abrupt swerve toward us, and we jumped up, scrambling over the roof and launching ourselves to the ground. A loud, metallic bang rang out before Wolf’s truck lurched forward in the spot.
“That dickhead just hit my truck!” Wolf’s face reddened as a crowd of frowning Dayton students circled around.
The angry demons inside of me screeched. If Ethan wanted my fist in his face, that was a damn good way to get it.
Wolf shoved my back. “Don’t do it, Hendrix.”
I waved a hand at the crumpled tailgate and shattered taillight plastic decorating the pavement. “He fucked up your truck, man.”
“And their daddy’s insurance is going to pay to fix it.”
We stepped out from between the cars, and a handful of the Barrington guys hopped over the bed of the shiny, now-dented truck. The letterman jackets parted, and Ethan moved forward, a smug smile on his battered face.
The memory of him pressing Lola against that wall surfaced, and every muscle in my body coiled, begging for release by way of my fists to that asshole’s skull.
Ethan jabbed a finger at me. “You and your slut girlfriend torched my car.”
Liquid rage fired through my veins. I hadn’t realized I’d moved to lunge at him until Wolf latched onto me like a Pitbull on a leash.
“Oh, that a sore spot?” His face lit up with delight, and the brave little shit took another step toward me. “She sucks dick like a champ.”
The rumble of anger echoed through my head. I imagined taking his head and slamming it into the front grill until his bleached teeth scattered the asphalt, then taking a bat to his ribs until he couldn’t draw in a good breath.
“Get the hell outta here,” Wolf said, his hold on me still tight.
Ethan took one more step toward me that I swore would be his last. “Not even going to defend her?” he said, the sarcasm in his voice grating every thin nerve I had.
“There are a lot of rich-dick witnesses, dude.” Wolf yanked me back again. “Save it.”
I wasn’t saving shit.
I jerk in his hold, and my shirt ripped. The second I broke free, the smartass smirk on Ethan’s face dropped.
“What’s the matter, fuckface?” I took a step, fists clenched so tight my knuckles ached. “Scared?”
He tried to fold back into his flock like a little pussy. I could practically smell him shitting his pants. “I’m not scared of your ass, Hunt.”
“Hendrix…” Wolf called from behind me.
A few “Come on, Hunt. Beat his ass” came from the crowd.
Everyone here expected a bloodbath. Based on my reputation, Ethan and every one of these dickheads should be sprawled out on the concrete. But this wasn’t one of our usual encounters. I’d noticed the phones recording. I’d seen the text thread. But as long as I didn’t hit him…
“Then step your ass up, Taylor.” I jutted my chin. “Get in my face if you aren’t a limp-dick, lying pussyfuck.”
Laughter came from the group of Dayton students surrounding us when I snatched Ethan’s stupid jersey, jerking him toward me. What I really wanted to do was choke him out, right there, in the parking lot.
“You keep my girl’s name out of your stupid ass mouth.”
He flinched away when I leaned in by his ear.
“Or I’ll cut your fucking tongue out and wipe my ass with it.”
“Gentlemen!” Brown’s monotone voice came from behind me. A clap sounded. “Break it up!”
I let go of Ethan’s jersey, then gave him a nice little shove. He fell back into his group of worthless friends, face white.
“What is going on here?” Brown shouldered through the crowd of students, his stern glare shifting from me to the Barrington guys. “Shouldn’t you boys be at your own school causing problems?”
“No problems here, sir,” Harford said, jerking his chin to signal to the rest of them it was time to go. “Just a friendly visit to stir a little school rivalry before the game this weekend.” His attention went to me. “Right, Hunt?”
“Yep. They just came by to remind us of what little bitches they are.”
The group of students around us thinned out when the rich kids climbed into the bed of their truck. The engine revved.
“Tell your girl I said hey, Hunt,” Ethan shouted before they sped off.
Brown’s attention moved to me. “Whatever is going on between you two boys, keep it off school grounds.”
Fuming, I turned around and headed toward the building, Wolf right beside me.
“You know you can’t kill him, right?” he asked when we stepped through the entrance.
“I can. There just can’t be witnesses.”
“Come on, dude. Don’t screw with me. I can’t tell when you’re joking about stuff like this.”
The problem was, neither could I.
“Don’t worry about me.” I passed through the metal detectors, my blood pressure still boiling.
Judging from the way the students crowding the hall scrambled to get out of my way, the anger must have been evident on my face.