Total pages in book: 141
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 134665 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 673(@200wpm)___ 539(@250wpm)___ 449(@300wpm)
I fist my hands and push away from the railing. “You did this …”
“No, you did.” The smile drops off her face. “You fucked everyone over. And now you’re completely alone.” Then she steps back and slams her bedroom door. I hear it lock, and I let out a scream of frustration because I know she’s telling the truth. I just lost Austin and any chance I have of getting Deke back. And it all started with fucking Demi!
She’ll pay. No matter what I have to do or who I have to fuck, I’ll get my revenge. I always do.
I enter my room, slam my door, and run over to my desk. Yanking open the drawer, I pull out a pair of scissors and crawl onto my bed. I scream as I slice the sharp edges through her hurtful words. Through her innocence. I fucking stab it over and over, imagining it’s her face.
She will pay! Even if I have to have someone else do it for me.
DEKE
“So, what are you gonna do?” Cole asks as we sit at the kitchen table.
Demi: That you took my virginity. In her bed.
I read over the text Demi sent me earlier this morning for the hundredth time. The more time that has gone by, the more pissed I’ve gotten. “I’m not sure,” I say honestly. I wasn’t able to concentrate in my classes today or during swim practice. My mind was completely consumed with everything Demi. And it’s literally gotten me nowhere. I’m like a dog chasing my own tail.
“What do you wanna do?”
“Strangle her,” I grind out. “She fucking played me.” I sit back in my seat. But how did she do it?
“Have you heard from Becky?”
“I did earlier.” She stopped calling when she realized I wasn’t going to pick up.
“And what does she have to say about it?”
I glare at him. “Since when did you become a nosy little bitch?”
He chuckles. The bastard has been in a good mood today for some reason. And I know it’s not because he got laid last night. They do that every night, and he’s still always a moody fucker. “Just wondering what you’re gonna do to pay Demi back. I could use some excitement.”
“I’ve been thinking the same thing. I can’t kill the bitch, and I can’t physically torture her.” I mean, I could, but then what? I’d have to get rid of the body somewhere. And I’d look suspicious. Too many people know I’ve slept with her now. I doubt Becky would mind if I offed her sister, though. Hell, she’d probably help me.
“You could make her fall in love with you,” Cole states.
I throw my head back, laughing at that. “Funny.”
He levels me with that blank stare he does so well.
“You’ve got to be joking?” I ask when he says nothing.
“Why not?” He leans forward, placing his forearms on the table. “Isn’t that the best kind of payback? Make her fall in love with you and then leave her for Becky?”
My brows pull together. “You make it sound like you have experience in this department? We both know you’ve only ever loved one girl.” Austin. And he’s marrying her.
He looks away from me, and his jaw clenches as though he’s thinking of a similar situation. When he looks back at me, that blank stare is back in place. “Austin said it the other night. A jealous woman is irritational.”
“How in the fuck would I get Demi to fall in love with me? She hates me.” And why would I want her to love me? The girl is fucking crazy.
He snorts. “Obviously not. She just gave you her virginity.”
My teeth grind. “It was clearly to piss off Becky. Not for her benefit.” Fucking bitch.
“She’s young. Naïve. A rich little girl who has been sheltered all her life.” He smirks. “You’re Deke Biggs.”
“You say that like it means something.” I growl.
He arches a brow. “Doesn’t it?”
I let out a long breath and lean back in my seat. “There’s only one flaw in your plan. It’ll never work because I will never get back with Becky.”
We hear the front door open seconds later. “Cole?” Austin shouts his name.
We both jump up at the same time as she enters, all but running in. “What’s wrong?” he asks her, already rounding the table.
Breathing heavily, she slams down a black and white notebook on the table. He looks at it and then at her. “Did you read this?” she demands, pointing at it.
“Yes,” he answers, crossing his arms over his chest, and I know this isn’t going to be good.
She picks it back up, waving it in his face. “All of it?”
“No, just a few pages …”
She storms over to our junk drawer and yanks it open. I frown when she pulls out a lighter. Is she going to smoke? Austin doesn’t smoke cigarettes. But instead of pulling a pack out, she walks over to the sink and lights the corner of the book on fire.