Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 75600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
Me? I’ll be lucky to make it out of my first day without someone else’s blood beneath my nails.
I never used to be like this. I used to be a good girl. I would get good grades, have the approval of all my teachers, I was even full of respect and kindness.
Things change.
I find the locker assigned to me. #49. I laugh to myself. 49 was Blake’s number at our old school, you know before the shit hit the fan and we got our asses out of there.
The eyes of everyone in the hallway seem to be glaring at my back as I unlock my locker and dump my shit inside. I rifle through my things before deciding a single notepad and pencil should do it. I won’t be needing much more than that today.
I take in the emptiness of my locker and let out a sigh. Years ago, I would have been excited at the thought of decorating my locker and making it mine, but I couldn’t be less thrilled. In fact, it’ll probably remain this empty metal box until the day I leave.
A strange stillness comes over the cramped bodies surrounding me and I step back from my locker, making sure it’s locked. After all, the very first thing people are going to do to get under my skin is to trash my locker, but seriously, you’d think they’d be a little more creative.
I turn to see what everyone seems to be reacting to when I find two guys standing at the end of the corridor. The crowd parts for them as though they’re some sort of royalty. Girls stick their tits out and slap on seductive smiles while the guys lean back against their lockers and put their arms over their girlfriends, staking their claim.
I roll my eyes. I am so not interested in these two guys. If anything, it’s their blood I’ll be scrubbing from beneath my nails later tonight.
Studying the corridor as the guys make their way toward me, I notice three things. One, they’re jocks. There’s no way these guys get bodies like that from fucking around all day. Two, whoever these guys are, one of them is the King of Aston Creek High while the other wishes he was. It’s just a matter of figuring out which is which. And three, I haven’t gone nearly as unnoticed as I had hoped.
The taller of the two watches me like a hawk. He clocked me the second he walked through the door and instantly put my nerves on edge. This guy seems almost larger than life but there’s no doubt about the chip on his shoulder. It’s visible even from here.
He’s dark and mysterious. He has a jawline that’s sharp enough to cut glass and dark eyes that are so intensely locked on mine that it’s nearly painful to tear my gaze away. He walks with the swagger of an asshole and it’s clear this guy has never had a woman tell him no. I wonder what kind of joy I’ll get out of being the first to do so.
I take in his friend. He’s just as good looking and there’s no doubt that he’s hiding abs with the deepest ridges a woman will ever see under that loose tank. He’s got the kind of body that has my fingers twitching at my sides to touch. God, what would it be like to run my nails down his stomach? I bet he has a deep ‘V’ decorated with the perfect amount of hair that trails down to his promised land.
Chills rush through my body.
Focus, Skylah. These guys mean business. Your head needs to be in the game.
I don’t know a damn thing about these guys and I’ve certainly never seen them before, but I do know that these guys got to where they are by being complete assholes. They’re dangerous. The kind of guys you’d never bring home to meet the parents. They’re the ones you don’t want to cross and judging by the way they’re staring at me, I’d dare say they’re begging me to do just that.
This is going to be fun.
There’s nothing I like more than taking down a queen, but a king? I can’t say I’ve ever done that before, but damn it, I’m so up for the challenge. Especially if he’s going to come at me, then he better be prepared because I’m not like the basic bitches he’s used to here. I won’t cave at his every desire. I’ll give him the fight he’s dreaming of and fuck it, I’ll dominate the only way I know how.
Their eyes remain on mine and just when I think they’re going to pass, the two of them step right up to me. One to my right and the other on my left, yet they’re so damn close that it’s almost as though they completely surround me.