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Dead body….
Dead….
I blink, my eyes still connected with his. From here, they look green, but up close, they are a jade green with a hint of brown flecks, and they pull you in.
Absolute perfection, but not mine to admire.
He tilts his head at me as the girl near him runs her long fingernails through his dark blonde hair, which is long on top. This makes my nerves stretch, even though he's ignoring her. His sole attention is on me. I give him a smile and am about to look away when I notice his eyes narrow. I try to ignore it and look at Tom, giving him a smile.
"I'm glad you finally agreed to this date," he says, and I nod with a small smile. I try not to think about that memory…and the blood—so much blood—that haunts me.
And what I did….
Something that will forever haunt me.
I give him another smile and joke, "Well, I could only say no so many times." Which is true. The man's been relentless.
He grins, his dimples showing, and I chuckle a little. I pick up my drink and am about to take a sip when a strong tattooed hand stops me, making me jump.
"Yo, uh, dude," Tom stutters as I make eye contact with Lu—crap, Doc, and uh oh, he looks angry, really angry.
"Doc…" I say, the name still feeling wrong on my lips.
His jaw ticks.
"Get your coat on, Pixie, I'm taking you home," he growls lowly, and I furrow my brows as the girl he was with whines, "Why does she get to go on your bike and not me?"
I ignore her, even though I want to scream that I'm the only one who has gone on the back of his bike. Instead, I keep my eyes connected with his, knowing there's a reason why he interrupted my date. The anger he's showing right now—I've seen that once before.
When he killed someone for me.
I loosen my grip on the drink, placing it back on the table. It is only then that he removes his hand, and I know—my drinks have been spiked.
Of course.
This is why I don't date. I only want one man, but I can't have him. So, stupidly, I thought, screw it, I’d give this a go.
God, if Lola finds out about my feelings for her brother, she'll probably never speak to me again, while Sniper and Alex would encourage me to open up to Doc.
Not happening, I’m not his type, clearly, by the wannabe Barbie standing next to him.
I nod and stand as he grabs my coat and helps me put it on. Tom starts to protest when he suddenly becomes quiet, and I look to see Alex, my blood cousin, gripping his shoulders.
Welp, it looks like there will be one seat free in classes, and I can't even feel sorry for him.
How many other girls has he done this to?
How many has he raped and played it off as something else?
I give Alex a smile, but he doesn't smile back, anger shining through his green eyes that are so much like mine. He soon grins, though, and takes a step back, when I pick up the spiked drink and throw it over Tom's head, making him gasp.
I lean down and growl, "That's for spiking my drink." Then I throw the glass at his head, landing with a thump, making him groan.
Alex chuckles. “There’s my feisty girl.”
I grin at him.
With one last glare at the idiot, I allow Doc to guide me to the exit, his hand on the small of my back as he ignores the whining woman.
