Total pages in book: 119
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113837 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
“My car was vandalized,” I said. The same as the house.
He shook his head. “Are you trying to ruin your life, Drucella?”
“Me?” The entire reason I was here was because he wouldn’t believe me when I told him I didn’t cheat on that test at Black Mountain. Had he just listened to me. Tried to defend me… But no, instead, he decided to punish me. “You’re the one ruining my life, Dad. Do you have any idea what it’s like at that school?”
Honestly, the worst part about Dayton High was Bellamy. There were times when I didn’t want to get expelled at all, where it felt like the excitement of being around him was the only bright point in my day, and that was exactly why I needed to get away from him. Because that boy was dangerous, and so very bad.
One night. I’d get one night. And that’s all I needed.
My dad’s eye twitched again. My father was many things but rarely ruffled, even in the face of all my crap. “I am trying to teach you to grow the hell up!” His voice boomed around the kitchen. He stood at the end of the counter, glaring. Fists balled, cheeks red, nostrils flared. Definitely verging on heart attack.
“Do you even care if I’m miserable? Or is your only concern what your buddies at the golf club think? I know it wouldn’t look good to have a daughter who got expelled from Dayton High.”
He smoothed a hand over his tie, his anger dissipating on a single deep breath as he forcibly calmed himself. “Is that what you think? That you are getting yourself expelled?” He laughed humorlessly. “Oh no, Drucella. I can assure you, I have lined Mr. Brown’s pocket with enough money that you could light that school on fire and not get kicked out. You are staying there, and that is that. It’s two months. Grow up and deal with it, Drucella.”
Oh, and that sounded like a challenge. Brown could only let so much slip before people would start asking questions, and a principal being bribed? Even in Dayton, that had to be scandalous.
“And your suspension is cut short. You’re going to school tomorrow.” He stalked out of the kitchen, still rubbing at his chest.
“I have no car,” I called after him.
“Take mine.” Oh, daddy dearest really was determined. “I’ll organize a new one for you.”
If I had my way, I’d be out of that school by the end of the week. Then my normal life could resume. Money and fake people and boys who would not make me want something bad for me. But since Brown was being bribed, I was going to need help from the very person I was trying to escape.
Me: I need to see you
Dickhead: Wanna picture of the whole thing or just the tip?
Me: See you, not your dick.
Dickhead: What do you need?
Me: To. See. You. Didn’t I already say that?
Dickhead: W
Dickhead: H
Dickhead: Y
Dickhead: ?
He was infuriating.
Me: OMG! You still owe me. That’s why.
Dickhead: You really want to go down this road?
Dickhead: Because the way I see it, you still owe me a blow job…
Dickhead: Genevieve.
He was such a dick.
Me: Just come get me, you asshole. I have no car since you burned mine.
Me: Or you know, I could ask someone else for help. I’m sure Hendrix might help me with the fighting….and fucking.
Several minutes passed before he finally responded.
Dickhead: I’ve got errands to run, so you wanna see me. You have to go with me.
“Errands.” Whatever.
Me: Fine. See you then.
Errands.
After he nearly killed me speeding through Dayton's pothole-riddled streets, we pulled into a rundown shopping mall. Grass sprouted from the broken concrete, and abandoned shopping carts lay scattered across the Piggly Wiggly parking lot. What in the hell was it with the names of places around here?
Bellamy drove to the side of the empty building and parked by a dumpster but didn’t get out.
This place looked sketchy as hell. “Uh, what are you doing?” I asked, staring through the windshield at a cardboard shelter propped against the cargo bay.
“Don’t worry about that. What did you need?”
Sighing, I shifted on the cloth seat, then placed my back to the door to look at him. “I still need out of Dayton.”
“I already told you...” His stare remained fixed through the windshield like a predator searching for prey. “Fighting or fucking.” His gaze swung to mine on a wicked smirk. “Or both.”
“Fine. Let me punch you in the face at school.”
“Negative.”
I lifted a brow before taking an obvious look at his crotch. “I’m not fucking you in a hallway full of people.”
And the smile that crept over his face while he practically undressed me with his eyes had filthy thoughts rushing through my mind. “Nah, baby girl, I wouldn’t want you to. I don’t like people seeing what’s mine.”