Total pages in book: 96
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90564 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 362(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
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UNKNOWN NUMBER: Make it 6 tomorrow.
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Ignoring it, I saved Hendrix’s number on my phone as Satan. Because my life already felt like literal hell, and he was my own personal demon fanning the flames.
Chapter 5
HENDRIX
Tuesday morning, Wolf and I sat on the back of his tailgate, selling dime bags to the students before they headed into school. If I was lucky, by the end of the week, I’d have enough to keep my power from getting cut off.
“What time is the girl supposed to come look at the place?” Wolf asked.
“Six.”
“If she’s hot, rent it to her.”
“Man, my power is about to get cut off. If she looks like Quasimodo’s twin sister and smells like a can of open ass but can pay, I’ll rent it to her.”
I’d just taken ten bucks from some kid wearing headgear when I noticed Kyle’s faded-red Honda parked up on the opposite side of the lot. He climbed out, nearly stacking it to the concrete when he reached back in for his bookbag. Good, I hoped it was a case of massive blue balls weighing him down.
Wolf knocked his shoulder to mine. “What the hell are you looking at, dude?”
“Fucking Kyle…”
“Why do you hate that dweeb so much? He’s wearing a Star Wars tank top, dude…”
“And that’s reason enough, Wolf. Just look at him.” I pointed toward the sack of shit as I pocketed the money.
Wolf didn’t know exactly why I hated him. None of the guys did. It was something I couldn’t bring myself to admit.
“He’s the definition of hateable.”
Then the passenger side door opened, and Lola got out.
I glared over the rusted-out hoods at the traitorous, Medusa spawn of a woman. A breeze caught the baggy T-shirt she had on, plastering it to her perfect tits. That’s all it took for my blood flow to shift a little.
Wolf leaned up, blocking my view. “Wonder if they’re fucking.”
I slapped the back of his sweaty head. “She’s not fucking him, ogre-face turd disposal.”
She wasn’t. He was everything I wasn’t, a delicate flower with manners. Lola was a rebel with a temper that almost matched mine. No way in hell she’d find him attractive. And even if she was banging him, I shouldn’t give a flying evil monkey shit. I’d burned all the shits I had to give…treehouse included.
“If he’s not, he’s at least trying. And you know I’m right.”
Lola slung her backpack over her shoulder. It caught on the tail of her shirt, pulling it up and showcasing her incredible, make-Beyonce-jealous ass. Right at that very moment, Kyle pulled his inhaler out of his pocket. That’s right, Kyle. She’s too much for you to handle. He may as well retreat to his Wookie hut and beat one out to his Ewok porn.
Wolf shook his head, grabbing his shoulder pads before hopping off the truck. “Come on, psycho.”
I slid off the back end of the truck while Kyle and Lola headed toward the school.
Walking together.
Riding together.
My eye twitched just as Wolf slammed his tailgate.
“I’m not getting your ass out of jail if you beat up Star Wars Kyle,” he said, crossing the lot.
“He didn’t pay his donation.” I started after him, watching Kyle dive for the door to hold it open for Lola. “I’m not responsible for what happens if the kid doesn’t want to buy himself insurance.” Not that we went around beating people’s asses for no reason, but Kyle had made it personal when he had tried to help Lola hide her pregnancy from me. Honestly, he was lucky the worst I’d done to him was throw water-filled condoms at him.
“Jesus Christ…” Wolf shook his head before hopping the curb. “You and I both know you won’t do shit to him. He weighs a buck ten. You could breathe too heavily and knock him out. Besides, Lola would—”
I socked him in the gut hard enough he doubled over.
“Seriously, dude?” He coughed.
“Don’t say her name.” I flipped him off and skirted through the doors into the congested hallway. The bang of lockers and squeak of sneakers filled the narrow space, along with the dank smell of weed and body odor.
A few guys froze in the middle of the hallway, staring at me with a look of pure panic.
“Smell that fresh fear.” Wolf sucked in a deep, satisfied breath. “It’s ‘cause they know I’m not gonna rein you in.”
Because Zepp always had. I’d had a permanent case of whiplash from the number of times he had grabbed the collar of my shirt and yanked me back to keep me from getting into fights.
Wolf patted my back. “See you later, psycho.”
I took my books from my locker and went to Smith’s class, sinking to my seat with an annoyed huff. One by one, the empty chairs filled. By the time Kyle and Lola got into the room, only two desks were left. One right in front of me.