Total pages in book: 117
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 111676 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 558(@200wpm)___ 447(@250wpm)___ 372(@300wpm)
Taking something from Brent’s sorry ass while taking a shit all over Jade’s parade was more than enough to make up the two hundred bucks.
I took shade underneath the only tree on the lot, then scrolled my phone while I waited for my roommate, Rogue, to pick me up. I had just swiped past a video of some drunk idiot taking off across a field and hopping into a plane when a message ribbon from my best friend back home, Hendrix, popped up.
What the fuckity fuck is this?
The next message was a link to that damn video.
I shouldn’t have opened it. But my masochistic ass couldn’t help it. I tapped on the link and a video of a knife-wielding Jade. My phone was silenced, but over the past twelve hours, I’d seen that video enough times to know the exact moment when Jade shouted, “I loved you.”
She hadn’t been mine for almost two years, and still, that comment sent me over the edge. Maybe, had I not already seen that stupid video fifteen times, I would have handled my run-in with her at the Kanga Mart differently. But I knew damn well why she was going to torch a car in broad daylight. Because she’d given enough of a shit about Brent, loved him, that he’d been able to hurt her. And that lit a fire to all the crap I thought had been buried. I shouldn’t have given two shits about that video, about her and her pussy boyfriend, the guy she’d been “friends” with while we dated, only to turn around and date him after we’d broken up. The “friend” she ran away from me to go spend the summer with. But it was hard to let go of emotions when I’d cared so damn much about her.
I told you she was a weirdo. You’re lucky she didn’t sacrifice you to her goat god on her weirdo altar.
Jade had this unintentional emo-esque vibe about her, thanks to her black hair, pale skin, and the fact that, nine times out of ten, her wardrobe consisted of baggy black T-shirts. Hendrix had always referred to her as “Weirdo,” asking her when her next seance was. However, that didn’t stop him from coming on to her sophomore year in the middle of the packed hallway. Her response to his invitation: rolling her eyes back in her head while shaking her entire body and spurting out some bullshit that sounded straight out of The Exorcist. It was the one and only time I saw Hendrix Hunt run from a girl. And the first time I’d ever seen that girl laugh, and damn, was she pretty. I’d never seen a girl with a smile as pure as hers.
Hadn’t stopped him trying again, but it had earned her the nickname Weirdo.
You better hide the knives at your next party. I’m too pretty to be offered up as a sacrificial lamb.
Jade had avoided me like a pile of shit on the sidewalk. There was no way in hell she’d show up at one of my parties. Even if she did, like hell, she would waste her time trying to sacrifice Hendrix.
Not even a goat god would take you as an offering, dipshit.
Just saying. I’m bringing a crucifix and garlic next time I come visit.
Whatever makes you feel safe.
An engine rumbled in the distance, pulling my attention away from my screen.
Rogue’s Range Rover barreled down the dirt road toward Billy’s, a cloud of red dust surrounding it. The car screeched to a halt in front of the gate, and the yard dogs behind the chain-link fence went ballistic.
I smiled at the fine layer of dirt that had settled over the SUV’s shiny black paint. It would definitely send Rogue’s once-upon-a-time spoiled ass over the edge. He cherished that damn car more than his dick.
The second I opened the passenger door, his bitching floated out, mixing with the howl of the dogs. “—and then this insane bullshit! Stealing and scrapping cars at ten in the morning!” Rogue glared across his pristine interior. His dark hair, usually styled, was a complete mess, like he’d just rolled out of bed. “Why the hell didn’t Bellamy follow you here?”
I climbed in and closed the door, silencing the ruckus of the canines. “He had to meet Drew.” Bellamy’s girlfriend would lose it on him if he were late, and my impromptu car theft hadn’t been on the schedule for that day.
“You drag me out to bumfuck hick town. On dirt-fucking-roads. Because of my stupid cousin.” Wiper fluid shot across the windshield, followed by the squeak of the rubber blades.
“To be exact, because of your stupid cousin’s stupid sorority sisters that you wanted Bell to recruit for the auction. And, in case you didn’t notice, we live in bumfuck hick town.”
Pikestown was a shithole. A tiny-ass town dropped smack dab in the middle of cow pastures and cornfields. The town itself was a mess of meth houses, crack dens, and single-wides on the verge of being condemned. The only reason Rogue lived there was to piss off his wealthy dad. Evidently, his not attending the Ivy-league school his dad had bribed him into was taking a shit all over the Van de Kut family name, and his starting his half-way house of a frat—the frat he’d convinced Bellamy and, in turn, my ass to be a part of—was the corn in the turd.