Ugly Girl Read online Sheridan Anne (Aston Creek High #1)

Categories Genre: Dark, Erotic, Romance Tags Authors: Series: Aston Creek High Series by Sheridan Anne
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Total pages in book: 81
Estimated words: 75600 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 378(@200wpm)___ 302(@250wpm)___ 252(@300wpm)
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Maze’s panting comes flowing through the wall again and I’m just about to pull Damian away when the next words out of her mouth have me stopping in my tracks. “Why do you hate her anyway?” pant. “She’s been through so much,” pant. “Do you know,” groan, “Anton Mathers murdered her parents? She was only a kid. The story she told me…oh, fuck,” she screams. “It was so messed up.”

The fuck? So much for a girl having a friend’s back. What the hell was that? But more importantly, who the hell is she betraying my secrets to?

I knock Damian’s hand out of the way and throw the door open with everything I’ve got. The door slams so hard that the handle on the other side becomes lodged in the drywall, holding it open.

I storm into the room on wobbly legs with rage burning through me only to find Maze straddling Slade’s hips as he sits up against the headboard of the bed. His hands are on her waist, controlling her movements as she rides him like some kind of cowgirl.

Their heads instantly whip in my direction as Damian follows me into the room. “What the fuck, man?” Damian growls, watching the scene before him as Maze’s eyes grow big and horrified, knowing damn well that I’ve heard every fucking word.

Regret flashes strongly in her eyes and she attempts to pull herself off of Slade but it’s too fucking late. The damage is done. She betrayed my trust to the dark side, all so she could get the fuck of a lifetime.

I was wrong, this bitch ain’t no friend of mine. It turns out that all a girl can rely on in this life is herself. So, without a word, I turn on my heel and stalk out the door, more than happy to never see her again.

Chapter 13

How has this become my life? My whole world is falling apart all over again. Apart from Blake, I literally have no one I can trust. I want to be able to trust Shay and Ben, but adults have a way of being greedy assholes with ulterior motives and so far, while they’ve shown kindness, I still can’t find it in myself to trust them. Maybe it’ll come. Shay is certainly making one hell of an effort. Maybe she’ll claw her way in and refuse to let go. I hope she does, God knows I need her to.

Thick gray clouds cover the sky while the road glistens with water. It’s been raining since late last night. In fact, I could probably tell you exactly what time it started raining seeing as though I haven’t been able to find enough peace to fall asleep, and this time, it has absolutely nothing to do with my knife.

Being betrayed by adults is a non-event for me. I’ve long gotten over the fact that adults are jerks, but being betrayed by someone I called a friend, it stings in a way that I wasn’t prepared for.

I shouldn’t have been so surprised. Maze was hinting that she’s been wanting to fuck Slade since the second I met her. I should have been expecting her to try and get close to him, but the fact that she was telling him about my parents…that hurt. It took a lot for me to open up to her about that and she told him like it was nothing, she told him while he was buried deep inside of her. Who the fuck does that?

I step out into the dewy morning, hating that feeling of everything being damp but after another shitty weekend, I need the space to think. Well, technically I’ve had space all weekend, apart from the insistent texts and calls from Maze trying to apologize. She’s even showed up a couple of times but after thoroughly telling her to fuck off, she finally got the hint.

I can’t handle the bright and cheery car trip with Shay this morning, so here I am, walking with the threat of the skies opening up and making me it’s bitch.

I make my way down the path, trying to do some of that meditating bullshit but let’s be real, I’ve got no fucking clue what I’m doing. What I need to do is find Robbie McDowell and get me a hit of the good stuff.

I look out at the road as the morning commuters busily make their way around, to school, to work, busy moms racing to get a workout in before heading home to their babies, fathers heading out early to get a few hours of overtime to help put enough food on the table for their families, and then there’s me, the most fucked up of them all.

There’s something about the way the road looks after it’s rained. It’s almost refreshing, kind of like all the bullshit has been washed away and is ready for a whole lot of new bullshit. Let’s hope that can be the story of my day. I’ve washed away Maze and now I’m ready for something new.


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