Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
“Oh my God,” another says. “Come see this!”
More girls come out of their rooms to look at the destruction in our room.
Destruction we did not cause.
Kayla rushes up the stairs behind me and pushes through the crowd until she bumps into me. Peering over my shoulder, she gasps.
“Pen, what happened?” She goes inside to collect some of the books while I pick up what’s left of my bed.
I search beneath the pillow and the bedding, but the diary is nowhere to be found.
It’s not just gone.
It’s stolen.
My jaw tightens, my nostrils flaring as I stand.
“It was them,” I say, gazing at Kayla over my shoulder while the other girls in the sorority watch us with keen interest.
Kayla frowns, confused. “You mean the—”
“Skull & Serpent Society.”
The other girls all gasp collectively.
“So I was right …” Kayla mutters, clutching the books that survived. “They are after you.”
My fist balls. “Yeah, well they chose the wrong target.”
They brought the violence to my safe space and stole something of mine that no one is allowed to see.
They think this is a fucking game?
They can have one.
FELIX
I sift through the diary, pages hanging loosely by the glue. It’s barely kept together after we raided that fucking room, but at least we got what we came for.
“Man, that Alpha Psi sorority smelled so bad.” Alistair waves his hand in front of his face. “The perfume was practically gassing people.”
“No wonder we never go to their parties,” Dylan jokes as he slouches down in his seat.
I put a finger in front of my mouth, shushing them both. They don’t like it, but I don’t care. We’ve got more pressing matters than parties at a dumb sorority.
I hold up the page that shows my face along with all the hearts and skulls that embellish it, the sight of which makes me want to pluck my own eyes out.
“Wow,” Alistair says, laughing. “She’s obsessed with you. She even drew hearts.”
No fucking way.
I flip the pages back to where two pages are completely dedicated to them.
“Us,” I say.
“Oh …” Alistair says.
She drew hearts around their faces too, so it’s not only me she has an obvious crush on.
Or had. Before she fucking stabbed me.
“So who cares?” Dylan shrugs. “Lots of girls are obsessed with us. Comes with the territory of being the rich playboy.”
They don’t get how important this is.
I lean forward in my chair. “It matters because she’s the fucking sister.” I flip through all the pages in front of them. “And she made a hate book.”
“Hate? Where?” Dylan scoffs.
I point at one of the pictures that includes all three of us. Our faces are scratched out. “There are more accusations all over the book.”
Dylan leans forward, suddenly engaged. “Shit. You mean like … implying something?”
“What else do you think I fucking mean, Dylan?” I growl.
“Holy shit,” Alistair says.
“Exactly,” I reply, throwing the book on the table in front of them. “We need to keep an eye out on her.”
“We need to know what exactly she knows,” Dylan says.
Alistair picks up the diary and sifts through it. “Did her sister tell her all those things?”
“Do I look like I know?” I bark back.
“Okay, chill, I mean, it could be worse, right?” Alistair says.
My fingers dig into the seat. “How?”
“She hasn’t gone to the police,” Dylan says.
“Yet,” Alistair adds.
“She won’t,” I growl, rubbing my chin. “I won’t fucking let her.” I make a fist and pound it onto the seat. “I don’t care what it takes. She can’t fucking tell anyone whatever the fuck she knows.” My eyes fixate on Dylan’s. “Nothing leaves this room. Nothing.”
He nods. “I know the rules.”
“If push comes to shove …” I mutter.
“It won’t,” Alistair says.
“You sure about that, Ali?” I grumble, glancing at my wound, flexing my muscles. “Because this one seems even more violent than the other.”
Suddenly, the door to our private study bursts open, and I’m about to lose my shit. “What the fuck, Jason? I told you to knock before—”
“There’s a girl at the fucking front door,” he says.
“So?” Dylan frowns. “It’s not Freaky Friday yet, tell her to come back later.”
“She said you guys were waiting for her. Her name’s Penelope.”
My eyes widen, and I almost crack the wood of the seat’s armrest.
So … she’s finally seen her room.
I’d hoped she was there when we came through the window so we could force her to give it up, but this … this is even better.
Now she’ll have to beg.
“Let her in,” I say through gritted teeth.
Jason nods and closes the door again.
“Are you sure this is a good idea?” Dylan whisper-yells.
“Yeah, if this is what I think it is, she’s coming for the book,” Alistair adds.
Tilting my head, I reply, “Good. I wanna see how mad she can get.” I lick my teeth and wait until Jason returns with the girl.