Total pages in book: 73
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65389 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
I am in the zone, trying to tire myself out when my phone buzzes on the side table. Walking away from the bag, I gather my strength and control and try not to answer the phone sounding like an angry bear.
“What?” So much for that.
“Luna, it’s Rory. I think you might want to head over to Principal Oxen’s House.”
“Now?”
“Yes. Unless you want to miss your opportunity for leverage.” Shit. I was going to sneak back into my girls room tonight, but this is important.
“I am on my way.” Throwing on my hoodie and grabbing the keys to my bike, I pull up the address he sent me and follow the directions. My mind is whirling with the possibilities of what the principal could be up to.
During that conversation with Rory in woodshop that day, I asked him for things I could use to blackmail anyone who might get in my way. Seems he came through.
Twenty minutes later I pull up and see Rory’s truck a half a block down. I pull up behind him and hop off my bike. Tapping on his window, I lean in. “So what am I doing here?” I ask him, irritated to have my night hijacked.
“Patience my new friend. What we are waiting on should be pulling up right about..” He looks at his watch and then looks back up. “Now.” Like it was rehearsed, a red Honda pulls up to the house across the street. I watch Rory grab some binoculars and hand me a camera. “You are going to need this.”
Still skeptical and not entirely sure he is not wasting my time; I watch as the car opens and suddenly the night is looking up. Out comes fucking Lacy. The annoying bitch that was trying to ride my cock on my first day. I watch, mouth open as Principal Oxen opens the door and welcome’s her inside in nothing but his robe. Luckily, I recover quick enough to click the camera multiple times.
I get great shots of the door opening, his gut hanging out standing in front of her. Hell, I am trying not to puke everything I ate tonight. I get the kiss he gave her when she was inside of his front door, her hand on his cock. Disgusting shit. When the door is finally closed, I run across and snap a closer photo of her car in front of his house.
Satisfied, I walk back over to Rory’s truck. “Shit man. I am never going to look at pork the same.” He says to me laughing. I can’t stop the chuckle from reverberating through me.
“Same man. What the fuck. She has to have something on him or vice versa.” I say, trying to figure it out.
“Nah man. Word is he is like her sugar daddy or something.” We both gag and shake our heads.
“Well either way, this was a solid man and I feel like this will come in handy. What do I owe you?”
“Nothing. I told you, your father is bringing life back to this town. My father was serious. Anything you need.”
“Thanks man.” After grabbing the camera and going back to my bike, the ride home feels lighter. One down. Many more to go.
Last night changed the way I view this town. It reminded me that the holiest of towns has secrets and no one is perfect. My and my angel are one step closer to not hiding. But, here I am for now, waiting in the shadows once again for her father to drop her off. I can’t wait until I don’t have to hide my obsession.
The car pulls up and fucking bitchboy walks up to the driver side window. I watch him shake hands with her father. My girl gets out of the car and her head moves back and forth, her eyes searching for me in this crowd of kids swarming onto the campus. Her father says something to him and then pulls away.
I push off the wall, but not before seeing him grab her elbow. I watch the panic cover her face as I make my way to her. Bitchboy leans in and says something to her and she attempts to remove her arm from his grasp. There is a pounding in my head, chanting he is touching something that belongs to me. She sees me coming and once again tries to pull away from him.
With barely any muscle, I shove him away from her and put her behind me. “I see you don’t listen well, huh asshole.” I say to his face. He steps to me, chest puffed out with his lackeys on the side of him and smiles.
“I listen to things worth hearing, outsider.'' He seems way cockier than before, like he thinks he has one up on me. We will see about that.