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“Erm Til, if you think this is fucking, I hate to tell you, but you’ve been doing it all wrong.” Rebel laughs and Thorn snorts. Even Ace looks amused. Jax is watching the exchange carefully. He hasn’t moved from the sofa, but he’s paused his game. Only the set of his shoulders, to someone looking closely, would give away that he’s as tense as the others. “I mean, we could show you, but I’d have to charge - what with me being a whore and all that - and I don’t think your family could afford the bill right now.” It’s a low blow, but I’m done pretending to be nice to this bitch.
She snarls and emits a screech that would have even a banshee covering its ears, and launches herself at me. She doesn’t get far because, in a flash, Jax is on his feet and has his hand wrapped around her wrist, holding her back.
“Get off!” she screams at him. “You don’t get to touch me anymore!”
Wait, what? I spy Tilly watching me out of the corner of her eye with a triumphant gleam, so I carefully school my expression to be neutral. I even feign boredom as I look down and examine my nails. Damn. I have a snag.
I’m turning to my bedside table for a nail file when Tilly’s next words stop me dead in my tracks: “You do remember what we did to the last little whore you all decided to play with, don’t you?”
There’s an almighty thud, and I spin around to see that Jax has Tilly by the throat pressed up against the wall. He’s thrown her with such force that the painting on the wall has tilted. I freeze. I’ve never seen Jax lose it before.
Judging from the frozen, stricken expressions on the others’ faces, they haven’t either.
If I were in Tilly’s position, with the way Jax is looking at her right now, I would be terrified. But Tilly looks... excited almost. Her cheeks are flushed, her eyes are bright and, oh god, is that her nipples I can see poking through her shirt? I quickly avert my gaze. Fucking hell. She’s turned on by Jax almost strangling her? What the hell?!
I watch in a strange, fascinated horror as she reaches out and runs her finger along his forearm to his hand. When she gets to it, she wraps hers around his and presses, like she’s encouraging him to squeeze harder. “Oh baby,” she purrs - actually fucking purrs like a sex kitten! - “you know I like it rougher than that.”
Jax immediately drops her and gives her a look of such loathing and disgust that I shrink back. Tilly just laughs, flicks her long blonde hair back and straightens her shirt. She’s a fucking psycho. Rebel pushes forward and gets right in her face, pointing a finger.
“If you so much as look at Raven I will fucking end you, you psychotic bitch!” he snarls, and I swear to god it’s the sexiest, scariest thing I’ve ever seen. What the hell is wrong with me?
“Jax, call your pet off,” she drawls lazily with a smirk that makes me feel sick.
But Jax doesn’t say anything. He pushes past her and out of the room. In the stunned silence that follows, the guys exchange a lightning-fast glance before springing into action. Rebel pushes past Tilly and goes after Jax. Ace and Thorn following.
Without a word, they leave, and I’m left reeling. I’m staring at Tilly, breathing hard, wondering what the fuck just happened. She gives me a victorious smirk, and I want so bad to punch her face that my hands twitch.
“You may be fucking them now, but I know everything there is to know about them, and how they like it. Don’t think for a second that you could ever satisfy one of them, let alone all four.” With that, she spins on her heel and flounces out of my room like she owns the fucking place, slamming the door behind her and causing the tilted picture frame to fall to the floor and smash.
I slowly sink to the floor and survey the mess of the room around me in disbelief.
What the fuck just happened?
Lizzie’s Journal
I told Charlotte a lie in my letter to her - as I often do now - because I didn’t want to upset her. The princesses weren’t waiting for me when I got back to school, they were waiting for me when I left the restaurant. They’d been sitting at the milkshake place across the road. As I left, they came over to me and started teasing me about being stood up. Teasing isn’t the right word to describe it, but I don't know what else to say. They called me all sorts of names, jeering me, asking if I really thought a guy like him would be interested in a girl like me. They have a point. They finished driving their point home by dumping their milkshakes on me and calling me “milkmaid” which stuck. Everyone in the school started calling me that, and when I walked down the corridors they moo’d at me and said I stunk of cow shit. Someone filled my locker and my bed with actual cow shit.
It’s stupid. It’s even more stupid that I got upset by it. I feel so alone most of the time, and things only look up when I get to have meals or study with Michael now.
After that, the non-date disaster, everything was going so much better for weeks, and I stupidly started to hope that the bullies were getting bored and starting to move on. Sure they still called me names and things, but nothing drastic had happened in a while.
How wrong I was to think that this would ever be over. I guess they were just biding their time, waiting for the perfect opportunity. The stupid thing was that I didn’t even realise what they were doing until it was too late. They played the long game with this one, and they played me hard...
I’m so upset.
The last day of term was the moment I’d been looking forward to for months. The winter concert. It should’ve been one of the best nights of my time here at West Prep, with my whole family there to see it, but instead, the entire thing became a disaster from start to finish.
For weeks my voice was getting worse and worse. To begin with, I put it down to a cold, so I stocked up on medicine. I sucked throat soothers, drank plenty of fluid and rested my voice as much as possible. It seemed to work for a day or two, and I gradually started to improve, but then it took a turn for the worst two days ago.
Now, as I write this, I can’t speak.
Literally at all.
For two days now I haven’t even been able to produce a sound, not even a squeak. This morning I gave in and went to the nurse. She examined me and can’t understand why my throat is red and raw. She seems to think it’s burnt. As in, a chemical burn.
But that’s not possible.
She said it must have been ingested, but I explained to her that I’ve only been drinking squash or warm water. I asked if it could be due to the chlorine in the pool, but she said for the level of damage that had been done, it just wasn’t possible.
