Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 178117 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 891(@200wpm)___ 712(@250wpm)___ 594(@300wpm)
I bite in his direction, making him pull back.
“Nasty girl.”
“You should see how nasty I can get if you don’t let me go right now.”
Dylan laughs in my face.
Felix chucks my bag at Dylan. “Check it. See if there’s anything of use.”
Use?
For what?
Dylan rips it open, chucking all the contents on the concrete ground before throwing the bag aside. Then he goes to his knees and picks apart all of my things. A water bottle, my phone, my books and pens … and my sister’s diary.
“Sure, destroy my stuff. You just want to humiliate me, don’t you?” I growl.
“No, Pen …” Felix whispers into my ear. “If we did, we’d make you get on your knees and lick our cum off the floor.”
My eyes widen.
Holy shit.
“Give me back my stuff,” I growl.
“Come and get it,” he taunts, but when I try, Felix’s grip on my hair reminds me of the fact that I’d have to rip out my hair to get away from him.
Fuck.
What do I do?
Dylan bends over and searches through the rest of the pile that came out of my bag until he finds the one thing I had hoped they wouldn’t find.
As his smile disappears, he holds up my diary with two fingers.
The one my sister gave me.
The one filled with all the information I need to find the one who made her jump.
“What’s in here?” Dylan muses.
I can’t let them take it.
No fucking way.
Right when the pages flip to the mention of their names, I twist around, Felix’s grip tightening on my hair as I grasp the pen tucked deep in my pockets and shove it into his arm.
Felix
Yowling, I let go of the girl, immediately going for the pen lodged into my flesh.
She fucking stabbed me.
With a pen.
She storms at Dylan and snatches the diary from his hands while he’s distracted by my pain.
“You little rat, give it back!” Dylan snarls as she runs toward me.
The pain is sharp, but I ignore it as I lunge at her.
She jumps away like the little rat she is, kicking me in the balls.
I groan in pain while she opens the door and shoves it into my face, avoiding my quick grasp for her top.
Then she runs off, through the hallway, toward the mass of people, out of our reach.
But every once in a while, she still glances over her shoulder, nervously checking if we follow her.
Oh yes.
It’s game on now.
“She knifed you,” Dylan says as I rip the pen from my arm.
The wound bleeds into my shirt, but the pain doesn’t faze me anymore.
All I can do is fucking smile at the girl running away from us right this very second while I bring the pen to my lips and lick my own goddamn blood.
One of these days, I’m going to lick hers.
PENELOPE
I speed-walk through the hallways of the big building, past all the students going about their day, and pretend I’m fine. I clutch my diary close to my chest, fiercely protective of the only thing my sister left me that gives even a hint of what might’ve happened to her.
Something involving those guys. Something they don’t want me to know.
I hope Dylan didn’t see his own face on the pages because if he did, I’m fairly sure they’ll be coming for this diary next.
I look behind me again to see if they’re still there, watching me. But when I peer through the tiny window in the emergency door, there’s nothing left to see.
They’re gone.
Vanished, as if they were never there, chasing me, scaring me until my heart almost jumped out of my chest.
I run into the nearest bathroom and lock myself inside a stall, breathing a few times to catch my bearings.
I feel queasy.
Nauseous.
I just stabbed a guy.
And not just any guy … Felix fucking Rivera.
One of the leaders of the Skull & Serpent Society, the most notorious frat house on campus, known for their devilish initiations and rules.
Will he come for me now?
Panic floods my veins, but I shake it off and flush the toilet.
I’m not going to let a bloody pen ruin what I came here to do.
He won’t report this.
After all, I could pin them for harassment.
But he surely won’t forget.
I swallow and gather my nerves before opening the stall.
Get your shit together, Pen.
It’s all a part of their game. They’re trying to intimidate you because you’re getting too close. Which means you’re on the right track.
I walk out and look at myself in the mirror, then check my hair. A few strands are definitely missing. The fucker actually ripped out some of my hair trying to hold me down.
A smirk forms on my face. Well, he didn’t fucking win, that’s for sure. And if I had to lose a few hairs to make a point, then so fucking be it.
I turn on the faucet and splash my face, but when I look up, someone’s staring back at me through the mirror.