Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 176345 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 882(@200wpm)___ 705(@250wpm)___ 588(@300wpm)
I stop before I say something I won’t be able to take back.
Both boys stare at me, wondering what that last word would be that could slip off my tongue.
But I won’t give them the satisfaction of knowing.
“Never mind,” I say, and I storm off.
“Let us what?” Milo calls from the sauna. “Please, Lana, don’t leave.”
But I stick up my middle finger despite the tears welling in my eyes.
But Sicklittlebitch13 wouldn’t ever cry in front of the people she wants to murder, so I swallow them all back down and keep walking.
KAI
I stare out the window at the snowflakes slowly falling. I can almost feel the cold right through the glass, the shivers reminding me of that night in the alley. When we ravaged that girl I can’t fucking stop thinking about. I haven’t heard from Lana in a couple of days, and it’s starting to make me antsy. In the middle of class, I pull out my phone and text her.
Me: Have you been up to some bad stuff again?
It takes her a while to respond.
Lana: What kind of stuff are you thinking of?
Me: Sex … murder. Maybe both at the same time.
Lana: Wow. OTT.
Me: Not when it comes to you.
Lana: True.
Me: So you admit you’re a kinky li’l kitty. I like it.
Lana: Why are you texting me?
Me: I told you … when I call, you come.
Lana: So you want me to come now? Like a dog?
Me: Not like a dog, but if you want to get on all 4s for me, I won’t deny you the opportunity.
I smirk at the thought of watching her crawl to me. Good God, the hard-on I already have. I should definitely not be doing this in the middle of class, but I’m bored, so why the hell not.
Lana: Ur just like your friends.
Me: Y?
Lana: All you do is use and destroy.
I frown, confused. Where is this coming from?
Me: Did something happen that I’m not aware of?
Lana: Ask your fucking friends.
Okay, now I really need to know more, so I open my conversation with Nathan.
Me: Did you talk with Lana?
It takes him a while to respond.
Nathan: Talk is a big word.
My hand tightens around the phone.
Me: WDYD?
Nathan: Milo and I had some fun with her.
Me: Without me?
Nathan: She’s ours too.
Me: Would’ve been nice of you to tell me.
Since when does he keep shit from me?
Nathan: Now u know.
Me: She’s angry. Why?
Nathan: Bcuz I told her I wasn’t planning on sending those photos to her brother.
I sigh out loud and rub my face.
God-fucking-dammit.
If he said that straight to her face, she’s gonna go ballistic.
I get up from my seat and storm out in the middle of class.
“Excuse me, Mr. Torres, where are you going?” the teacher asks, but I ignore him. “Mr. Torres?”
I don’t care that I’ll miss important information. I need to find her. Now.
I bolt out of the building and call her on my phone.
“Where are you?”
The snooty voice on the other end makes me seethe. “Why do you care?”
“Don’t play coy with me now, kitty,” I growl. “Give me a location.”
She makes a tsk sound. “I’m busy.”
“With what?”
“Friends. You know what those are?”
God, I fucking hate when she’s being difficult and icy because it makes me so goddamn hard, and I can’t be hard in public. At least not when no one knows she belongs to me. Yet.
“You tell me where you are at right now, or I swear to God, I will tear down the entire fucking campus until I find you,” I growl as I march across campus through the snow.
“Okay, okay, chill, I’m in the rose garden.”
I frown, clutching my phone tightly. “The rose garden? No one takes their friends there. That’s a make-out spot.” Okay, now I’m really getting fucked up. “Lana, who the fuck is there with you?”
She just laughs and ends the call, so I pick up the pace as I head straight toward the garden in a small courtyard behind the school. It’s more like a giant maze than an actual garden, surrounded by many trees and bushes large enough to overshadow the area and allow for plenty of privacy. Privacy to do things you shouldn’t be doing when someone has already staked their claim on you.
And fuck me, if I find someone, anyone, touching my girl, the entire fucking earth will not be a safe place to hide from me.
Lana
God, I love riling those fuckers up.
I mean, they kind of deserve it after what they keep putting me through.
I’m not here with anyone except myself, trying to get my work done in peace. But he doesn’t need to know that. Let him fucking fume.
They can play me, but I can play them just as well …
I adjust in my seat underneath this big tree, which protects me from most of the snowfall. It’s beautiful out here, and the serenity allows me to focus on my homework.