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Shut it. Get. In. The. Car.
But my legs don’t obey me. Nor does my mouth.
I lift my chin. “I told you I was sorry I got in your face on Monday. That didn’t matter to you, did it? You love causing pain too much to waste any opportunity.” All of my anger and frustration of the week’s coming out in waves, whether I want it to or not. “Let me guess, Mummy and Daddy didn’t pay enough attention to you, so you bully people for no reason? You’re pathetic.”
I’m making things worse for myself. I’m also past caring. Each ugly word crossing my lips makes me feel a little less helpless, grasping at strands of power. I can almost feel a smile curving my lips as I detect unease from the three assholes. They exchange a certain look that carries meaning.
“Good guess. Two out of four.” I’d recognize that voice anywhere. Jason.
I blanch, completely unprepared. He’s right behind me, although I never saw him come out of the car.
I don’t want to turn, unwilling to let them circle me, but I can’t help glancing over my shoulder.
My jaw would have hit the ground if I’d let my expression show. The man behind me looks nothing like the Jason I’m used to. He’s far, far worse.
Clad in denim and leather, he leans over a sexy, sultry bike—a black BMW with red accents—holding a helmet in his left hand.
He and his friends don’t look like boys, unlike most of the seniors; their athletic regimen gave them broad shoulders, strong legs, and muscles no eighteen year old had the right to possess. Right now, Jason’s all man, all dangerous, and fucking delicious.
I would never have imagined this, not in my wildest dreams. To me, Jason always wears a shirt, probably a tie, if not a custom-made tuxedo. He’s supposed to be preppy, appropriate—a mini-senator.
He tilts his head. “My parents are pretty cool. So are Maverick’s. Cain’s are too wrapped up in themselves to pay attention to their kid, though, so you get full credit for that. As for Rowan’s—they’re dead, so yeah, I suppose they’re not paying attention to him. His grandparents are sweet, though.”
I feel awful, just as Jason intended, but I don’t let it show. “Everyone has their issues. Not everyone chooses to torment others in order to make themselves feel better.”
Jason grins. It’s almost friendly, devoid of the coldness I’m used to. “Is that what you think we’re doing, cupcake?”
“Stop calling me that.”
He leaves the helmet on the seat of his bike and prowls to me. My hand tightens on the door handle of my car as I see the other three close in too.
The parking lot has started to fill, though. We’re not alone. They can’t hurt me in front of a crowd and get away with it.
Can’t they?
I ignore the uneasiness in my stomach, and the voice at the back of my mind reminding me that they did exactly that all week.
And they’re still approaching me.
I open the car and slide into my seat, closing the door just as Jason reaches me. I lock it, exhaling in relief. It takes another breath to realize that the move made me look like a coward.
Jason casually knocks on the window.
I could start the car and get out of here.
But what about Monday, and the day after that, and the day after that?
I roll the window down halfway. “What?”
“You didn’t answer the question.”
I hadn’t? I couldn’t even remember the question. “Refresh my memory.”
“Is that what you believe we’re doing? Tormenting you.”
He must be kidding.
“You made this week hell for me, and you know it.”
