Page 76 of Make You Beg

When I come back to class the following Thursday, I’ve practiced my apology speech more times than I can count.

Jordan’s taken her usual seat, and Viktor is sitting by her, while Cal’s on her other side. My seat.

His nose is white, covered in some sort of splint, and his eye is purple.

Other than that, he looks normal. His blond hair and baggy clothes are pristine.

The two jocks don’t even take this class, but we’ve got a few minutes left to socialize.

On the other hand, Kayden does take this course—Education 101—and he isn’t anywhere in sight.

I attempt to distract my mind from him and focus on what I need to get done.

Right.

Apologizing.

Students are seated all around the room, and as I approach Cal, Viktor, and Jordan, I get a few looks.

Clearing my throat, I stop in front of the trio.

“H-hey.” I’m running over the words I rehearsed in my head. How I’m sorry for what my jerk of a brother did. How I didn’t mean any harm.

“Bitch, don’t bother.” My until-now friend signals with a hand. She gives me an up-and-down look and winces. “We’re not interested.”

“But, I want to apologize. I didn’t mean to⁠—”

“Have your freak of a brother break Cal’s nose?” Jordan raises a tailored eyebrow.

Her behavior is so different now from the friendly girl I met at the start of the semester, who was eager to make friends with me.

“Well, y-yes and⁠—”

“Stop what you’re doing.” Jordan’s words are cold and calculated. “There’s no need to apologize. We don’t want to have anything to do with you or your brother. What kind of relationship do you guys even have? Ew.” She twists her mouth. “Stay away from us.”

I glance at Cal, tears welling in my eyes, my heart churning.

What the hell is going on?

“We’re fine,” Cal says. “I’m not that desperate for pussy, let alone yours. Just get out of my sight.”

His words are degrading. They make me feel dirty. Angry. I couldn’t give less shits about him and his limp dick, that’s a fact. I just wish that his generic horny behavior and my own stupid act hadn’t cost me Jordan’s friendship, but it’s clear whose side she’s on.

The group turn their gazes away from me, and resume talking among themselves, a clear sign they’re not interested in discussing anything any further.

I head straight for the opposite side of the room, taking a seat in an abandoned corner, hoping no one else talks to me ever. I don’t need anyone. I’m okay on my own. I’ve always been alone.

***

Kayden ignores me for the rest of the day, and silence fills our ride home together.

I’m doing the same. I’ve had it with his moods.

But I wish the thoughts of him between my legs didn’t plague me. That I wasn’t still thinking of it the way I am. How it felt so wrong and so good at the same time. My body still yearns for him.

After spending some time in my room, writing what feels like the filthiest smut ever put on paper in my diary, that insatiable part of me is a bit relieved. I’m still angry at him, though.

Who does he think he is messing with my life?