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)
She went down the roll, stopping after calling on Tanya Haney to take a hefty swig from her Thermos. There wasn’t enough vodka in the world to get her through my last year in this shithole.
“Hendrix Hunt.”
“Has a big, pierced cock.” I couldn’t help myself.
The class erupted in laughter, and Smith glared, digging a fist into one of her hips. “Boy. You and your big, pierced dick wanna go pay a visit to Principal Brown?”
“Depends. Is he gonna suck it?”
“You know what… I think you just want outta my room. So, you and your big ole’ dick just sit right there.” She continued calling names, most everyone giving her shit. “Kyle Jones? Kyle Jones, where you and your inhaler at?”
Probably still whining like a little bitch in Brown’s office because the Big Bad Bully scared him.
Just then, the door flew open, and Kyle’s bitch-ass barreled through the entrance, Lola right behind him. “Sorry, Miss Smith,” Kyle panted. “We were just—”
“I don’t need your life story, Mr. Obi-wan Kenobi. Just sit your butt down. You and Princess Leia there.”
The moment Lola turned to come down the aisle, her puffy gaze landed on me, and her steps faltered. A microscopic fleck of guilt rose in me at the thought of her crying in the restroom after I had left, and I squashed it like a blood-filled mosquito. Splat! All over my dying conscience. Smiling, I lifted a middle finger. “Hey, Lola Cola.”
I felt the attention of the class swing toward us.
A random girl mumbled, “Oh Shit.”
One thing Lola and I had never been was a secret. Everyone in this school knew we’d been a thing. We were both jealous and territorial and had been suspended on numerous occasions for fucking in the bathroom. And when we ended, what she did spread like a bad case of crabs.
With a smirk, I leaned back in my seat. “Looks like you’re about to pay your dues.”
And fuck me, was she overdue for that shit.
Chapter 4
LOLA
It didn’t take long for the whispers to start. Lola Stevens. The girl who screwed over Hendrix Hunt.
I knew Jessica had spread that rumor like shit on a field. As if I needed any more reason to hate that bitch. She brought out the absolute worst in me, some vicious little demon who bayed for her blood.
The teacher had just finished going over our math homework when the bell for lunch rang. Students shoved out of their desks, fighting to get through the narrow doorway while I sat back. If class was bad, then the cafeteria politics were going to be a nightmare.
After the bang of locker doors calmed down, I pushed out of my seat and went to meet Kyle in the hall.
“How was Weaver’s class?” he asked as we rounded a corner, dodging a guy giving a freshman a nuggie.
“Well, he hasn’t gotten any more interesting in two years.” But Hendrix wasn’t in there, so that was a bonus.
A group of girls passed by us, their catty glares fixed on me.
Girls had always sucked up to Hendrix and the guys, hoping one of the school’s token bad boys would give them something beyond a quick fuck in the bathroom. Before I’d left, Hendrix wouldn’t even give their thirsty asses a second glance. Now though… now I was going to have to deal with it.
The noise from the lunchroom burst into the hallway just before the puff of Kyle’s inhaler sounded. I glanced over my shoulder.
Kyle had stopped a few feet outside of the doorway. “Oh, God…” He frantically dug both hands into his jean pockets, face blanching when he turned them inside out. “I don’t have my money.”
“We get free lunch, Kyle.” Like half the impoverished kids here.
“No.” He shook his head so fast his glasses nearly fell off. “My donation.”
A group of guys shouldered past while Kyle stood there, staring through the doorway like it was a bottomless abyss filled with venomous snakes.
“Donation for what?” There was no charity in Dayton. We were the charity cases.
“Hendrix’s goodwill.”
My entire face dropped. He was not serious.
I glanced inside the crowded cafeteria and spotted a group of students clustered around the table Zepp, Hendrix, Wolf, Bellamy, and I always used to sit at. “What do you mean, his goodwill?”
“Goodwill not to beat your butt. Ten bucks keeps you relatively safe for the semester. From them and everyone else.” He wiped the sweat beading on his brow, searching his pockets again.
Unbelievable. Hendrix had always been a bit of dick—even being in love with him, I saw that. I guess I just didn’t care because it had never been aimed at me.
I grabbed Kyle’s hand and dragged him into the cafeteria. “You are not giving him money, Kyle.” Over my dead body, would I let Hendrix take advantage of Kyle’s fear.
We slowly moved through the lunch line. I picked up a sandwich, trying to ignore the abhorrent charade going on in the corner as I stopped at the register.