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“This is how you get off, don’t you? By terrorizing people?” I taunt. He attempts to take a step back, but I grab his shirt tightly in my fist. “Huh? You try to act tough, don’t you? So people don’t see the real you. But guess what, I know your little secret. I have a good eye for these things. Do your friends know? Or should I tell them?”
“Tell them what? You don’t know me.”
“Right, Because I’m pretty sure that necklace and your pretty watch are fa—”
“Okay, okay, stop. I’ll stop, I promise I’ll stop.”
“Apologize.”
“I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I won’t say anything ever again.”
“Not to me, dipshit…to him.” I point to Carson, who’s staring at us with wide eyes.
“I’m sorry, man. You’re not a freak. Your eyes are uh—very unique.”
“Come on, you can do better than that.” I turn to his friends.
“Did you know that he’s actually br—”
“Stop, stop, I’ll do it, okay? I’ll be better.”
“Do it then, I don’t have all day.”
The man trembles underneath my touch, then starts rambling.
“I’m sorry, I’ll never say anything to you ever again. I’ll leave alone, I promise.” I nod, satisfied with his apology. I release my grip, smooth out his shirt, turn around, and walk towards Carson.
“Wait!” I look over my shoulder at the panicked stranger. “You won’t tell anyone, right?”
“If you leave him alone, I will take your secret with me to my grave.”
“Okay, I swear I will never say or do anything to him again.”
“Good. Then we have a deal.” I sit down on my towel, my feet sore again. Carson stares at me, his mouth still open.
“You’re gonna catch flies,” I tease, lying on my back, grabbing my sunglasses.
“That was my biggest bully growing up. How did you get him to apologize?”
I shrug. “I know something about him that he doesn’t want people to know.”
“What?”
“I can’t tell you. We made a deal. I can’t break it.”
The man, is one hundred percent broke, I can spot that fake watch from a mile away, it’s a miracle his friends haven’t noticed yet.
There is nothing wrong with wearing fake jewelry, but when you’re friends with a bunch of rich guys, it could be the end of the world.
I wouldn’t really tattle on him, then I would be just as bad. But I wanted him to believe I would, so he’ll leave Carson alone. “Well, thank you.” Carson rubs my arm.
“You’re welcome. Now, will you please hand me the sunscreen? My body is on fire.”
Chapter Ten
Alexis
“I don’t like red, Lexie,” Mickey says, lying in bed, his head propped up on his pillow.
