Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 129132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 129132 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 646(@200wpm)___ 517(@250wpm)___ 430(@300wpm)
“Don’t be cheesy, Bass.”
He laughs and grabs the door when I don’t hold it open for him. “Hey, I was only gonna agree with you.”
“Go to class.”
“On it, Rae!” he shouts.
With a grin, I shake my head and round the corner, instantly slamming into a familiar body as I do. I stumble back, but not before he catches me in his arms.
I’m spun around until my ass hits the lockers, but he keeps a hand in the way of the metal, careful not to touch my burn against it.
“I want the truth from you.”
“Be more specific, big man.” I eye him and his hand moves to grip my hip.
“Bishop. That’s who you sneak out to see at night.”
“You’re sounding like a broken record.”
“Don’t play.”
“Fine. Maybe.” Technically, the answer is yes. Not that he’s earned it.
His nostrils flare and I raise a dark brow.
Oh, he doesn’t like that answer.
“Whatever you’re doing, it stops now.”
I cluck my tongue, shaking my head. “That’s not gonna work for me, big man. See I need Bishop.” I hold in my smirk.
His fingertips dig into my skin, and want has me holding my breath.
He knows it, his smirk now coming out to play.
“I’ll do anything he thinks he can, better.”
“Is that an offer?”
“A guarantee,” he growls.
“Well.” I push off into him. “I’ll remember that for when I get bored.”
“You better watch yourself, Raven. You’re Bray property now, and I’m done waiting for these fuckers to figure it out on their own. By the end of the day, every-fucking-body will know it well. No bitch will challenge you and no guy will touch you unless we say go, so you better trim them nails, Snow, wouldn’t want you to cut up your insides when you’re stuck finger-fucking yourself each night.”
“Fuck you.”
His smirk turns venomous. “If you’re lucky.”
He pulls back and then he’s gone.
And color me stupid, I think I’m hot for the bossy bastard.
It’s been four days since Chloe’s bullshit, and I’d swear she hates me more now than she did then.
That first day, she smirked and did a little swish with her head like victory was hers, that is until she let her eyes roll over me and saw I didn’t chop my hair like she clearly hoped I would but covered the mess she made instead.
I had to pull out the bleach myself to make it even, then used a Kool-Aid packet I snuck from the cupboard at the home to add the color over it. It’s not perfect and I’ll have to touch it up, but it works for a temporary fix.
I’m assuming she thought I was as superficial as her, and my hair was my all. While I can admit, I like it, it’s hair for fuck’s sake – it grows back.
Still, eye for an eye.
And Maddoc didn’t lie when he said he’d spread the word.
I’ve officially been deemed a “Bray girl” to the outside norms, but it’s all a lie, a way for them to keep eyes on me and hands off – not sure why it matters. Probably because they don’t want others to know I made impulsive decisions without their permission.
Chloe and her little crew are the bravest it seems. When the guys or their followers aren’t around, they’ll bump me or do their best to nail me in the head with a volleyball, nothing extraordinarily clever.
The door bursts open and laughter fills the locker room.
“Did you see her face?” Chloe laughs. “Priceless.”
“I can’t believe you forwarded that nude to her parents!” A minion laughs.
“She needs to understand she can’t just date whoever she wants. We have standards and he’s...poor. And grungy and likely to be the guy changing the oil not the one buying the car.”
Bitch.
“How’d you get the picture anyway?”
“Had his locker broken into when he was in gym, and the message was forwarded to me. Best thing, she thinks he sent it to me to make fun of her!”
They all laugh like hyenas.
“He keeps trying to get her to talk to him, apologizing without even knowing why she’s mad like a pathetic puppy, and she won’t even look at him.” She sighs happily. “Too easy.”
I peek around the corner and when each girl is occupied changing out of their gym gear, I slip over and grab a handful of Chloe’s hair.
She yelps, and jerks in my hold, but I let her go pretty quick.
She spins to glare and then her eyes shoot wide, her mouth dropping open.
I toss her pretty ponytail in her face and walk away before the shock can wear off.
Time for her to learn.
The boys may step in with unwanted orders, but don’t try to cross someone on the court when their footwork’s better.
You’ll find yourself on your ass.
“Let’s hear it, D.” Jason, one of my shooting guard, and the last fucking person I’d ever want on my team if we picked based on anything other than skill level, looks over at me. “Which one of yous got heavy hands?”