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CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
I march straight back into the school, heading to the cafeteria, bile and fury rising at every step.
When I get there, I stride straight to Their Majesties' table and plant my palms flat on it. "That's crossing a fucking line!" I don't care if I'm screaming. I don't care if I look crazy.
Cain and Maverick exchange a look, while Rowan stares at me, apparently entertained.
"I'll burn your fucking world for this, if it costs me everything. You make sure to pass the message along."
I've said my piece, and I walk away, rushing to get to the bathroom before I barf right there in front of everyone. The entire school is staring. I don't fucking care.
"Wow, cupcake." Cain catches up with me and holds my wrist back.
I turn and throw a punch. Unfortunately, he's as skilled as Jason at blocking them.
"You're going to have to expand on this little scene," he tells me. "We didn't do anything."
I spit in his face.
Cain grimaces and wipes it with the back of his letter jacket. "I'll allow this, because you look upset." As an afterthought, he adds, "And I probably deserve it. But, cup..."
I snatch my hand back and try to slap him.
"Sorry, sorry.Nadia. Something's wrong. Like, really wrong. Tell me what it is, and I'll help."
He sounds oh so sincere. For the shadow of a second, I question myself.
Then I tell him, "Go to hell," and walk away.
In the bathroom, I vomit the entire contents of my stomach. I should have vomited it on Cain and the rest of them. Frustration coils inside me, hating that the real culprit isn't here.
Jason did this.
Maybe not directly, but he's marked me as a target for whatever sick reason.
I sink down on the tile floor and cry.
When my eyes close, I see it. I recognized Cat on sight, even without its head.
What kind of sick person decapitates a fucking cat? A psycho, that's who.
Guilt and anger keep me glued to my cubicle past the bells, for I don't know how long. I don't even consider heading to PE.
I'm still sitting down, tear-stained, numb and cold, when footsteps sound outside.
"Come out."
I'm stunned, and not only because it's a male voice in the girls' bathroom.
"What are you doing here?" My voice sounds wrong to me. Hoarse. I suppose crying does that to you.
"Cain told me to get back here," Jason replies. "Come out, Nadia."
Not doll or cupcake today.
"Fuck you."
"Happy to oblige any other time," he shoots back. "Just not right now. Come on, Nadia, I need to see you."
