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Try harder, bitch.
“You know Dad would be turning in his grave to see you treating me like this. He’d believe me,” I spit out at my family. “You make me sick.”
I don’t give my mom or Hayden a chance to say anything else. I turn my back to them and go to the door. Once it’s open, I glance back over my shoulder and see Ruby still standing in front of them, looking between them all. Margie looks around Hayden’s body and our eyes meet. I can see the vindictiveness in those green eyes, and they narrow at me before a sneer plays on her lips. Bitch, I think to myself, and, luckily, I don’t voice it out loud.
When Ruby has finally begun to move towards me, I storm out. I unlock the Corvette, get in, and start the engine. I’m absolutely furious. I tap my fingers on the steering wheel, silently telling Ruby to hurry up. I need to get away from here. Once Ruby is in the car and fastens her seatbelt, I pull away, speeding off back to my apartment.
I park in my spot and see Everett’s car. We head up to my place, and find Everett sitting on the floor outside my door, dressed in sweatpants and a shirt, his legs stretched out in front of him. When he turns his head our way, he smiles. “Where have you been?”
“I’ll tell you inside.”
Standing to his full height, he wraps his arms around my waist from behind and we make our way inside without an inch between us. I love that we’re back together, I’ve missed him so fucking much.
Ruby follows us inside and locks the door behind her.
“You know, if you got me a key, I wouldn’t have to sit outside,” Everett tells me.
I turn my head to the side and smile, but I don’t answer.
Everett grabs us some sodas from the fridge, then the three of us gather at the breakfast bar.
“We have so much to tell you.”
“I better order pizza.” Everett says pulling his cell from his pocket.
Sixty-Five
Margie
Things are getting too damn messy.
Her best friend, Ruby fucking Spencer, just had to play internet detective and figure out who I am. She always has thought she was better than everyone else, but then again, so has Reagan. But she’s going to get her comeuppance.
After they left, it was all Hayden and his mother could talk about. I wanted to tell them to shut up. Her constant whining and going on and on about how upset she was, and all her crying… I’m so sick of this sickly sweet, family. They’re so fucking gullible. Give someone a sob story and they’ll eat out of your hands. I can’t count the number of times I rolled my eyes when they weren’t looking.
I don’t see my family because I don’t fucking want to. They would have locked me up in a mental institution if I’d stuck around.
I had to get out of there and get home, so I had Hayden drop me off. He doesn’t know where I live though; I always ask him to drop me off at the store, making some feeble excuse that I need something from there. When we first started seeing each other, he offered to wait for me and take me home with my groceries. Why did he have to be so goddamn noble? A small part of me actually likes him. He’s a good kisser and knows exactly which button to press to have me screaming his name. But all good things must come to an end.
Reagan Quinn’s time is coming, and if I have to take down every single member of her family, I will. I already have Hayden and their mother right where I want them: wrapped around my little finger. It was all too easy. I’m almost disappointed they didn’t give me more of a challenge. I do love a good game.
My whole existence right now is a game.
It’s all Reagan’s fault. If it hadn’t been for her, I would have graduated from college. I would be married to the love of my life right now, not shacked up in some little shithole wishing things could have been different.
I’m sick of seeing her smug face. I feel like every time she looks at me, she’s laughing at me.
I have to put an end to it all.
That bitch will not make me look like an idiot again. I’ll win this time.
Reagan Quinn will find out that I’m not to be fucked with.
Sixty-Six
Reagan
Everett and I spent all weekend together. It was heaven. He didn’t even make me run. That was a godsend. In fact, come to think of it, neither did he. He stayed in bed with me.
