Total pages in book: 164
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 154691 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 773(@200wpm)___ 619(@250wpm)___ 516(@300wpm)
I pull my cell out and send a quick message to the group Law so graciously added me to. I might as well use it.
Me: Thanks a lot, jackass, for not waking me this morning.
The first to read it is Rellik, then Monroe and Scout. Law is last.
Law: I tried. You were passed the fuck out, and I wasn’t going to be late.
My teeth grind as my fingers run over my keys quickly, trying not to get caught.
Me: I was naked in your bed. What if your mother had found me?
I wanted to make it known. Fuck you, Scout.
Law: She’s long gone before we get up for school, little doll.
Scout: You guys fucked last night?
I smile. Ha, fucker. Hope it bothers you that I slept with your best friend without you present. I quickly respond before Law can. This is why I hate group chats. By the time you reply to something, the conversation has usually moved onto a different subject, and you just look stupid.
Me: I should have had Law record it for you, Scout.
I hear someone chuckling in the classroom, and I know it’s Monroe without even having to look back at him. It vibrates again with a response from Law to Scout’s previous question.
Law: She came into my room and begged for it.
“I did not!” I shout.
“Miss Greene?”
I drop my phone into my lap and look up at Mrs. Shephard standing in front of the room. Her hands on her nonexistent hips.
Fuck! Did I say that out loud?
“Miss Greene, I will not put up with this today. Office.” She points at the door. I groan, grab my bag and slide out of my desk, heading to the motherfucking office.
RYAN SCOUT
The guys and I are sitting at the lunch table when Henley enters the cafeteria. She’s got her backpack over one shoulder and her cell in her hand. She plops down across from me, right next to Law.
Our little doll thinks I’m mad at her for sleeping with him last night. I would think by now she understands that as long as she keeps her pussy in the group, it doesn’t bother me who she fucks. Anyone else? That’s a different story, and we’d have to punish our doll.
“Where have you been?” he asks her, looking up from his phone in his hand.
“Mrs. Shephard sent me to the office. Turns out, I have detention after school today,” she huffs.
I look over at Monroe, and he just shrugs.
“She hates me.” She sighs.
“What makes you say that?” I ask. “I’ll take care of it,” I say at her silence.
Henley just rolls her eyes.
“It’s done,” Law announces before placing his phone down.
“What did you do?” she asks, bending over and placing her head on the table, letting out a soft moan. “God, this feels good.”
He doesn’t answer her, so I ask. “Get drunk last night?” She lifts her head and gives me a death glare before lying back down. Ahh, my little doll isn’t speaking to me. “Is this because I fucked your best friend?”
She sits up so quickly, the table rattles from the movement. Opening her mouth, she goes to say something but decides against it.
“Say it.” I lean forward across the table. “Whatever it is, little doll, don’t be afraid.”
“Good job, Scout.” A guy walks by, slapping me on the back.
A kid on the soccer team sitting at the table behind us starts whistling while he looks down at his cell. “Damn, man. Figured they’d look better than that.”
Law picks up his water and sips on it, looking around the room as guys pick up their cells left and right.
“What’s going on?” Henley asks, noticing as well.
“Just a little home movie,” Law tells her.
She whips her head to look at him, the color draining from her face. “You didn’t really record it, did you?”
“Not us,” he answers.
“Who did you …?”
“You son of a bitch!” A shriek comes from the double doors, interrupting her. Jamie is practically running to our table in her black Jimmy Choos.
“Hey, babe,” I say with a smile.
“You recorded us?” she asks, mouth open and tears already in her eyes.
“I did that actually,” Law says with a smirk. “Did I get your bad side?”
She gasps and looks at the only girl sitting at our table. “Henley?” she breathes, her bottom lip quivering. “Do something.”
Our little doll looks at Law and then at the girl who was once her best friend. She stands, grabbing her cell off the table and her backpack. “Sucks to be you.” Then she exits, not looking back.
“You wanted revenge.” I stand and lean into Jamie. “And revenge comes with a price—dignity.”
She came to me wanting to pay Henley back. I was all for helping her out with that, especially since I had a point to prove as well. But what Jamie didn’t know is that we’re using Henley in our own way. So although I was more than willing to fuck Jamie, it was to prove a point, and that’s that. I needed Henley to see it, and Law to record it without Henley knowing what was going on. So I let him have control of what he did to her once she arrived at Death Valley. And once she was restrained, he pulled his cell out and recorded the stage. It was perfect. Two birds with one stone.