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)
“Two girls?” It felt like a trick question.
“Feminists, Jade.” She yanked a piece of paper from the clipboard and handed it to me. “The kind who will burn that fucking auction to the ground. With Rogue in it.” She presented me with a pen like it was a knight’s sword. “Go forth and wreak havoc. Aim for the ones who look like they have hairy armpits.”
“What does that—”
“They’re the ringleaders.” She nudged me toward the table.
After class, Cassie and I sat in her Honda and watched students pour into the parking lot. I’d sent Wolf a text saying I was riding back with her, and I hoped I hadn’t hurt his feelings. Everything with us was fresh, raw, uncharted. Maybe I should have been prioritizing our relationship right now, but I needed to do this.
I jerked my chin toward the white sedan parked a couple of rows over, its hideous pink seat covers visible from here. Megan walked up to it, unlocked the door, and climbed behind the wheel.
“You know, I always think you’re the good one, Jade, and then you come up with something like this,” Cassie said, starting her car.
She slashed my tires. That was below the belt. Megan pulled out, and we followed.
“Tell me she doesn’t deserve it.”
We took a left at a set of lights. “I mean, I’d just fuck her boyfriend, but…”
“Apparently, she thinks Wolf is her boyfriend.”
“Huh, so you’re already doing it. Go you.”
Except that Wolf was not her boyfriend. He was mine.
Psycho Barbie pulled into a crappy apartment complex, and Cassie slowed, stopping next to the overflowing dumpsters. I thought our apartment was bad, but this place was rough. I didn’t think Megan would even suspect me of vandalism. She’d surely think it was just one of her crackhead neighbors. That was almost disappointing.
After Megan got out of her car and disappeared into a stairwell, Cassie glanced at me. “What now?”
“Now, we give her car a little wash.” I could have outright torched the car, but I was going for subtle. That was a lie; I was going for petty.
I grabbed a hoodie from the backseat and slipped it on. It was hot, and I doubted a place like this had cameras, but after the whole “car outside the house I burgled,” I wasn’t taking any chances. I grabbed the spray bottle from the floorboard.
“What’s in there?” Cassie asked.
“Paint thinner from the art supply room.”
“Well, you’re the expert,” she mumbled.
I opened the door. “Wait here,” I said before getting out and pulling the hood over my head.
I approached Megan’s car and spritzed the roof. The strong scent of paint thinner filled the air, and I smiled. When I got to the hood, I adjusted the spray nozzle to a stream and added my pièce de résistance. Then I took the box of matches from my pocket, struck one, and tossed it. The car lit with a whoosh. The word WHORE burning across her hood was so damn satisfying.
I jogged back to Cassie’s car. Slash my fucking tires…
Cassie peeled away before I’d even gotten my seatbelt on.
She looked in her rearview mirror, no doubt at Megan’s flaming car disappearing behind us. “Damn, Jade.”
“Karma. At least she can still drive her car. The paint thinner will burn out, and she’ll have some fucked paint work. Meanwhile, I have to pay for four new tires!”
“And this was purely about Megan slashing your tires, right?” She turned onto the highway that cut back toward the suburbs. “Nothing to do with the fact she fucked your man…”
I couldn’t stand the thought. I wasn’t admitting shit, though. “If I torched the car of every girl Wolf has ever fucked, half of Dayton would be on fire. It’s about the tires.”
He didn’t date half of Dayton, though. Just me. And Nora. And given half a chance, yeah, I’d torch her car.
“You didn’t deny it.”
“Didn’t deny what?” I said.
“That he’s your man.”
I knew how she felt about Wolf and the possibility of my dating him. Cassie would think I was turning to the enemy.
“That’s because…he is.” I took a breath, prepared for a barrage of shit. “We decided to try again.”
“Um, do I need to remind you about that itty-bitty blackmail?”
“Be mad all you like, but you’re the one who got me in a house with him.” And I was grateful for it.
“Yeah, well…” Cassie let out a whistle when we turned onto Omega Dicksolon’s street. “Okay, maybe I see why you’re all about that.”
I followed her gaze to Wolf’s Silverado parked on the street, where a shirtless Wolf hoisted a wheel out of the bed. I swear, the late afternoon sun shimmered over his muscles like he was a mirage in the desert. The saying “water, water everywhere, and not a drop to drink” popped into my head. But I had drunk from that tall glass. I could drink more…