Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 151765 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 759(@200wpm)___ 607(@250wpm)___ 506(@300wpm)
Shit got real with that one. I leaned in, and she jerked back from how fast I moved before she blinked. Her smug grin slipped a little before returning.
I said, “You breathe a word of that anywhere and you will be destroyed.”
Her smile slipped again. “That’s a little petty of you, isn’t it? Going after one girl because you want to fuck another one?”
“You want to know your future?” I didn’t wait for her response. “I don’t know who fucked you up. If it was your pops who never wants to be around you, your mom who wants to be your friend and doesn’t give a shit about being your parent, or someone else.”
Her smile was all the way wiped clean.
“Or if it was some creep uncle. I don’t know, and I don’t care, but whatever made you this twisted will keep you twisted all your life. Your girls don’t care about you. You have them because of where you are in the social ladder, but if someone else took your place, they’d go to her instead, and you know it. You go through guys, looking for whoever’s willing to fill you because, what? It makes you feel good? Is that why? You get one guy, he gets a feel for you, and he drops you because he doesn’t like the feel of you. You’re like cotton candy. Sweet taste at first and then nothing. Pure emptiness. How many people want only cotton candy all their lives? No one, and that’s what you’re going to end up with later in life. No one except maybe a rich fat guy who likes cotton candy because while he’s eating you, he’s got others on the side. Other chicks who are their steak, who they can savor eating and who make them drool for the next time they can have that. That’s not you, never will be. Want to know why I don’t want to fuck you?” I leaned down. “Because I hate cotton candy.”
The blood had drained from her face. Her eyes were wide, stricken. A tear slid down her cheek, and seeing it, I should’ve felt bad about putting that there. I didn’t. That made me an asshole? I also didn’t care about that.
Yelling sounded from the house.
“What the fuck?” Clint tore out of his seat.
Trenton and Alex were right behind him.
The door opened, and that yelling got a lot clearer, but I was staring hard at Kira.
She gulped, her throat visibly swallowing. “Wouldn’t think you’d want me as an enemy.”
“That’s another thing about cotton candy.” I stood. “Only use for it is to be eaten once, and I know you still want to be eaten by any of the triplets. You don’t even care which one it’ll be.” I turned, now sounding bored. “No one will believe a fucking word you say, so have at it.”
Maybe it was stupid what I just did, but shit was what it was. Kira saw—or, she would see.
Ramsay was hot, way hotter than anyone else in school, and eventually, someone would see I wanted to fuck her. No matter how long it’ll take before we fuck, and we would because she wanted it as bad as me, and Ramsay was the female equivalent of me, so that was a guarantee.
When was the issue, and not losing my friends was the other issue.
As I got to the house, I stopped thinking about all of that because as soon as I stepped inside, all eyes were on me. And I meant, all eyes.
Ramsay’s. Her mom’s. Mama Maroney’s. Their dad’s. My friends’.
“What?”
Alex clipped out, “You didn’t tell me about the pic she got.”
I tensed.
Ramsay jumped in, “Because he didn’t know.”
Alex turned to her. “He told me you got a text that upset you.”
“But I didn’t tell him what it was.”
She was lying for me. I frowned at that.
Her mom threw her hands in the air. “It doesn’t matter!” She rounded on her daughter. “We’re calling Detective Edgeley right now. You need to report this.” She had Ramsay’s phone in her hand.
“Mom.”
“Don’t!” Her hand was out, and she was shaking her head. “This happened two nights ago. You had two nights to tell me, and I know you waited until we were here because you thought I wouldn’t go off the rails. Well, sweetie, I’m going off the rails anyway.”
Ramsay shot her aunt a pleading look, who stepped close to Ramsay’s mom and murmured softly, “Chris, the kids.”
Ramsay’s mom was rubbing at her forehead, but her hand dropped. She looked around and winced. Pain flashed over her face. “Maybe you guys could head back outside? Ramsay and I have to make a phone call.”
The guys started.
Their mom said sharply, “Not a word to anyone else outside of this room.” She looked at every one of her boys one at a time, ending on me. “Do you all understand? Not one word.”