Total pages in book: 49
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 46095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 230(@200wpm)___ 184(@250wpm)___ 154(@300wpm)
Her face went red.
“Oh, oh, GOD no!” She made a horrified face, shaking her head as she started to grin. “No, God, no he didn’t…”
She bit her lip, leaning in to us as the crowd grew, snapping pictures excitedly and as the sirens wailed closer.
“I did smash him over the head with his own laptop and light it and everything else electronic in his apartment on fire though.”
My jaw dropped. Actually, all three of our jaws about hit the ground as we stared at her, dumbfounded.
“Wait, you did what?” Garret looked at her incredulously.
“I wasn’t going to let him hurt us, or destroy this thing we have,” she hissed fiercely, her hands pulling us all close and her eyes flashing blue fire. “Not a chance.”
She started to laugh, still looking a little out of it.
“You set the kid’s apartment on fire?”
She nodded. “Yeah, I—”
Suddenly, her face went white, and a look of realization broke through the shock on her face. Her hand flew to her mouth as she seemed to snap out of it.
“Oh my fucking God, I did!” Horror washed over her face as she darted her eyes across ours. “Oh fuck, he might—”
“I’ll get him.”
Max was on his feet before we could stop him, rushing at the front door and shouldering it open as he tumbled inside, into the flames. Cora screamed, lunging for him, but we held her back, holding her close and stroking her back as shock fully wore off and the tears started to pour down her face.
Fire trucks came roaring down the street, when suddenly, the front door to the place kicked open and Max came stumbling out, coughing with the piece of shit in his arms. He stumbled over to us, all five of us pulling away from the flames as Max dumped a groaning, wheezing Matt onto the sidewalk.
“I can’t believe you actually saved him,” Garret growled.
“I dropped him on the way down the stairs,” Max muttered, grinning.
“Twice.”
Slowly, coughing, Matt started to come to, his eyes blinking open as he looked up. Suddenly, he seemed to realize where he was and who we were, and his eyes flew open.
“Oh, fuck, you—”
“I want you to listen to me very closely, Matt.”
My voice was like a dagger as I leaned close to him. To anyone else, it must have looked like I was helping him, but I sure as fuck wasn’t.
“Whatever it is you think you saw, weigh it against your college career.”
Matt coughed, and then sneered up at me. “You can do that, asshole, it’s—”
“Blackmail?” I hissed. “Yeah, so is threatening a girl to get her to fuck you cause you’re too much of a piece of human garbage to get her normally, you absolute piece of shit.”
I spat the words at him, barely containing my rage as my hand closed on the collar of his shirt.
“I’ll personally watch your transcript burn to the fucking ground. I will make sure you never attend college anywhere else. I will make sure you enter your adult life with a royal fuck-up on your resume.”
His face paled, and I leaned in closer, letting him feel the full wrath of my fury.
“Weigh all of that carefully, Matt. Weigh it against realizing that what you think you saw wasn’t what you think it was. Realize the importance of silence, and you can just go on living your life as you planned.”
Matt swallowed, his eyes darting to Cora for second before I growled lowly, tightening my grip on his collar and yanking his attention back to me.
“Just live your life, Matt, and don’t come after her.”
He nodded quickly, his eyes wide.
“Yeah, that’s— yeah that sounds good.”
“Great,” I hissed, narrowing my eyes at him. “Oh, and Matt?” I leaned close, letting him feel my wrath.
“You ever even look at her again and I’ll break your fucking head, okay?”
The color drained from his face as he nodded. “Yeah, got it. Yes.”
“Yes what?”
“Yes sir!”
The EMT truck blared onto the scene, screeching to a stop as the paramedics started to run towards us. Max leaned down close to Matt.
“How you feeling, Matt?”
“Huh?”
“Feeling better? You know, after I saved you from that freak fire?”
He started to open his mouth, but then it snapped shut, and he nodded. “Much better,” he said quickly.
“You know you really shouldn’t have been smoking cigarettes in bed, Matt,” Max growled, leveling his eyes on him. “What with it catching your blankets on fire and all.”
His look hardened, and Matt quickly nodded.
“Oh, yeah, right. Yeah, I shouldn’t have done that.” He laughed nervously as we backed away just as the paramedics ran up.
Our statement to the cops was easy enough — that we’d been heading out to a bar when we saw the blaze and stepped in to help two of our students — “as any educator would do.” We made sure the paramedics checked Cora out, who got a full clean slate of health, and then we headed home.