Total pages in book: 136
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126096 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 630(@200wpm)___ 504(@250wpm)___ 420(@300wpm)
Milo howls with laughter. “You’re fucking kidding me?”
“I wish I was.”
“What did you do?”
“What do you think I did? I gave him the worst case of blue balls to ever exist and then told him to fuck off.”
“You’re my fucking queen,” he declares, giving me a pathetic excuse of a bow while he remains seated beside me. “Personally, I would have just fucked him and called it a day.”
“Yeah, well something tells me that when it comes to Colton Carrington it’s never quite that simple.”
“You’d be right about that,” he tells me. “So, what are you going to do for revenge?”
“Revenge is such a harsh word. I like to call it returning the favor,” I grin. “But so far, I don’t know. I’ve been too pissed to even think about it.”
“Well,” he grins, spinning his phone between his fingers. “Maybe I could be of help until you come up with something good.”
My eyes narrow at him and I watch as he unlocks his phone and pulls up a website. He starts entering details and a second later, puts the phone down on the table. “Watch,” he smirks, looking pointedly across at Colton.
My brows furrow but I do as I’m told and watch as Colton receives a message to his phone. He reads over it, his eyes going big and then panic taking over. “FUCK,” Colton roars through the cafeteria before grabbing his blazer off the table and stalking out.
I gape at Milo. “What did you do?”
“There’s a site you can go to where you can anonymously send someone an alert saying that they need to go and get checked for an STD.”
Laughter rattles me but my phone rings and I don’t have a chance to tell him how freaking brilliant he is. “Oh,” I say, spying Nic’s name on my screen. “I’ve got to take this.”
Milo nods as I push up from my seat and bring the phone to my ear. “Hey, Nic. What’s going on?”
“It’s your lunchtime, right? I’m just checking in. I didn’t hear from you yesterday.”
“Yeah, sorry about that. It was a bad day and my phone was gone.”
“What do you mean gone?”
I let out a sigh and give him a quick rundown. “The pricks at school thought it’d be funny to steal all my things while I was showering after PE. There was all this bullshit that came after that. I don’t know what happened to my clothes, but I got my phone back late last night when Colton snuck into my room and watched me getting off.”
“WHAT?”
“Shit, dude. Calm down.”
“Calm down? What the fuck is wrong with you?”
“I handled it.”
“Oh, yeah? And how did you handle it?”
I go quiet. That’s not exactly a story I want to be sharing with Nic. I can only imagine what kinds of shit he’d do. After all, the boys were more than happy to fuck up Jude the other day. If Nic found out the guy got a look at me naked and put his hands on me … fuck. It’d all be over.
“Yeah … that’s what I thought,” he says just as the bell sounds throughout the cafeteria.
I cringe, knowing he’s not going to like this. “Hey, I’ve got to go. The bell went off.”
“What? But I only just got you. Since when have you ever run off to class on time before?”
“I know, but this school is different. It’s not like back home. I promise, I’ll call you tonight when I have no distractions.”
“Alright, O,” he says reluctantly. “Bye.”
He cuts the call and just like that, I'm left to suffer through the rest of the school day.
Two hours later, Milo hashes in the code for the gate at the Carrington mansion and after it peels back and he hits the gas, I find a very familiar beat-up old shitbox sitting at the bottom of the circle driveway, completely out of place.
A loud squeal pulls from deep within me and I can hardly contain my excitement. Milo jumps and shrieks beside me, surprised by my outburst. “What the hell, Ocean?”
“Hurry up,” I demand, unable to keep still.
“Why?” he questions, eyeing the car which obviously doesn’t belong. It stands out like an emo kid at a Taylor Swift concert. “Whose car is that?”
I don’t respond as he brings his Aston Martin to a stop. I’m out the door before he can even say my name or demand another answer out of me. I race up the steps to the front door, huffing and puffing by the time I reach the top. I throw the door open and scramble through it. “Where is he?” I call out to Harrison as I race past.
“Don’t run in the house,” he calls after me.
“Where is he?” I repeat.
Harrison groans. “They're in the pool house.”
They’re? Plural.
I suck in an excited gasp.
FUCK YEAH! MY BOYS ARE HERE!