Total pages in book: 102
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99766 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 499(@200wpm)___ 399(@250wpm)___ 333(@300wpm)
Shrugging, I avoid her gaze. “Nothing.”
“That means you totally ripped her a new asshole.” She cackles. “I knew it. Serves that bitch right, too. Hateful ass.”
“I don’t know what her problem is with me.” I scowl as I drink down more of my liquid nastiness.
“She feels inferior to the great Penny English.”
“Right. She literally has everything she wants and I’m no threat at taking anything away from her. I don’t know why she’s always being such a bitch.”
“Puhlease,” she says, laughing. “Heidi Ho is like a B-rated version of the English girls. You and Charlotte are super-hot. She’s plastic and fake. You and Char make being beautiful look easy.”
Charlotte, yes.
Me, not so much.
Though, the way Terrence looked at me earlier, I felt pretty damn special.
I gulp down more of my drink, already feeling the effects. Whatever alcohol they put in this sad excuse for punch is the equivalent of kerosene.
“Want to go somewhere and chill?” The same dude Tierra was dancing with earlier throws an arm over her shoulder.
“Not without my girl, Carson,” Tierra says, reaching for my hand.
“We can all party together,” he assures her, winking at me.
I press my lips together to keep from suggesting we go home. Instead, I follow Carson and Tierra through the house. I’m pretty sure this house belongs to one of the jock baseball players named Aaron, though I haven’t seen him all night.
Carson guides us upstairs to a media room where people are all lounging around. The lights are dim and the place reeks of pot. Carson finds an empty recliner, pulling Tierra into his lap. She giggles, nearly spills her drink all over her purse, and then completely forgets I’m here as they start to make out.
Wonderful.
With an annoyed sigh, I make my way over to a dark corner and sit on the floor. I finish my drink and then set it down. At least up here, it’s a little quieter aside from the movie that’s playing.
I didn’t realize how tired I was.
My eyes keep fluttering as my thoughts drift back to Terrence.
His kiss. His tongue. His lips.
Warmth floods through my veins, relaxing me completely. I wish he were here with me.
Familiar voices near me, but I’m too sleepy to pay attention. My head lolls to the side. It’s heavy. Too heavy. I should rest it. Curling up on my side, I give in to the fatigue.
I’m flying.
Dark.
I’m laughing.
Dark.
I’m too hot.
Dark.
I’m whimpering.
Dark.
My head throbs and throbs and throbs. I need to wake up. Why do I feel like my head is going to explode? A shiver ripples through me. I force my eyes open.
The ceiling fan above me spins and spins, making me dizzy. Turning my head feels impossible, but I manage to turn it to the side. Trophies line shelves. Baseball trophies. A signed baseball bat is hung on the wall. The bed smells like a guy’s cologne mixed with the smell of permanent marker.
Wait.
Something’s not right.
Snap out of it, Penny.
My movements are slow and sluggish. It’s then I realize my dress is undone, my breasts exposed. Panic creeps up my throat. Someone has written all over my breasts and thighs.
What’s happening?
Is this a dream?
No.
Voices nearby have me sitting up. Slowly as I try to keep the room from spinning. Fuck. My panties are gone. Nothing hurts inside of me, but it doesn’t give me peace of mind.
Tierra.
Oh, God.
I need to find her.
My shoes are gone, my bra is missing. With shaky fingers, I try to right my dress. It takes me six times before I can get it zipped up.
“It’s just coke,” a guy says from inside the bathroom, his voice sending bells of alarm ringing through me. “You snort it, dumbass, not look at it.”
“Coach Campbell will kick me off the team if I have drugs in my system.”
“Pussy,” another guy says.
“Easy for you, Paxton. Football season is over. I still have to play baseball.”
“Aaron can watch then, Eli. But if he’s not going to get fucked up with us, he doesn’t get to put his dick inside the bitch.”
Wherever there’s Eli, Grayson’s not too far away.
Panic sends adrenaline shooting through my veins as the guys continue to argue. My body is shaking and I can’t seem to get my legs to cooperate. I keep trying to stand, but my body doesn’t feel like my own.
Breathe, Penny.
You can do this.
I rise to my feet, holding on to the bed to keep from falling. Like a deer on a pond of ice, I awkwardly make my way across the room. I’m almost to the door when I hear the bathroom door open.
“She woke up,” Paxton barks. “Grab her!”
On instinct, I grab the baseball bat off the wall and swivel around ready to face my attacker. My heart is hammering inside my chest as Eli prowls my way, his body thrumming with the drugs he no doubt snorted into his system.