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)
I slammed the door to my locker, then rounded the corner, running right into Wolf. “You’re going the wrong way.”
“I’m going to sell some weed to Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary.”
“How does her garden grow?” A shit-eating grin spread over his face before he barked out a laugh. “Bald. Because she trims that shit.” He whacked me on the back. “Get her to do that thing where she presses on your taint before you come.” He mimicked a chef’s kiss before he walked off.
But the thing was, I didn’t want Mary, Mary, Quite Contrary, to do anything to my taint. That was what Lola Stevens had done to me; she had dimmed my light to the point I couldn’t even find joy in busting a nut without the help of Country Peach. And that was just sad.
The musty scent of books smacked me in the face like a wet dick when I opened the library door.
I wound through the bookcases to the dust-covered spines of the reference section.
A loud gasp came from the other side of the shelves. “Don’t let Miss Thomas see you with that, Kevin. She’ll tell your mom.”
“Holy shit! This is totally porn.”
It was two of the weird kids Bell stole tests off of last year. They’d found porn in the school library?
The familiar click of a camera phone sounded. “I’m gonna send this picture of the Reverse Cowgirl’s Helper to Kyle. He can try it on, Lola.”
Try it. On Lola? White-hot, jealous rage burned through me as I shot around the corner of the bookcase.
Kevin sat in the middle of the aisle, The Kama Sutra spread out in his lap, his phone held above it, flash on. He stared up at me, wide-eyed and full of fear.
“Don’t you send that to that sack of shit!”
Kevin’s friend took off screaming through the empty library. But Kevin? He didn’t move. Didn’t blink.
I took a step forward, and when he dropped his phone, I swooped in like a vulture and snatched it.
A text message thread to sack-of-shit Kyle was on the screen.
* * *
After last night… maybe you can get Lola to try this. 😊🤠
* * *
My grip on that phone tightened, the edges of the device cutting into my fingers. “What do you mean, after last night?” Last night her legs had been wrapped around my hips in that lake, her nearly bare pussy pressed against my hardening cock.
I jumped in after her. Kyle’s punk ass didn’t, and yet…after last night?
“Is Kyle dating Lola?” I managed through my tightening throat. Because screwing was bad enough, but dating… I’d kill him.
“I think so. I don’t know. Maybe. I-I mean, she’s been sleeping at his house. I can see into his room.” Kevin’s hand flew to his mouth like he wished he could shove those words back down his scrawny throat. “Not that I stare in there or anything. It’s just right next door, and when the light is on and I look out the window, I can’t help but see, and I just—I think she was sleeping in his bed,” he finally wheezed.
An end-the-world nuclear rage blasted through me...
Sleeping in his bed—In motherfucking, sack-of-shit Kyle’s pee-stained bed?
Not one damn thing was sacred between us now. Like hell, I’d let a girl sleep in my bed. I wouldn't even kiss a girl. That was vulnerability. I didn’t have room for actual intimacy. That real estate had been sold years ago to Lola.
Jesus Christ. I couldn’t handle this right now. I stormed out of the library, bursting through the door and telling myself there was no way in hell Lola was actually dating Kyle Jones.
She’d been friends with him since we were in second grade.
She’d made it her life goal freshman year to get him a girlfriend—which she’d failed to do.
And most importantly, she’d been mine.
I charged down the empty hall and into the noisy cafeteria. My gaze swept past the line of people waiting for lunch, past the group of kids lobbing breadsticks across the room, and straight to the table in the back corner.
Kyle dropped his stupid tray to the surface right before his saggy ass fell to the stool beside Lola.
The pissed-off part of my brain said I should laugh if Kyle was dumb enough to date her. But the part that couldn't let her go rose up like an angry cobra, fangs dripping with venom and ready to strike.
She could be a traitorous Medusa all she wanted, but she was my traitorous Medusa.
I narrowed my gaze, irrationality overtaking all else. “Reverse Cowgirl, my dead dick,” I mumbled, hauling ass across the shitty lunchroom.
Robert saw me coming first, freezing with a forkful of spaghetti halfway to his mouth. One by one, the geeks looked up. Every one of them visibly panicking.
There’s something to be said for appearing to be unstable…