My turn to ask a question.” He takes a step toward me, crowding me against the metal cabinets. But it doesn’t matter what she knows or doesn’t know, because I don’t want you. “Keeping tabs, Daria? I just showed you that I could have you whenever I wanted you. I’m not supposed to know about Blythe, and I’m not supposed to care that he kissed me. So, does your girlfriend know you slept with Blythe Ortiz and kissed me?” I smile sweetly, trying to look unaffected. Not to mention-he is seeing me next to naked. He’s got the word trouble written all over him, and if my dad ever finds out we were here alone, he is going to hang him by the balls on All Saints’ flagpole and let his broken legs flap in the wind. I jump back, my spine slamming against the lockers. Behind the locker, a familiar face pops into my vision. When I step out, I rid myself of my dress, yank my locker open, take out my cheer uniform, and slam it shut. I wipe my face, down a bottle of water, and unlock the door. Why did I have to bring Via up? Why am I such a jerk? The Hulk pounded his fists against my chest when we were out there. I swing the door open and lock myself inside a shower-changing stall, collapsing against its wall, dragging my back along ugly graffiti of slut-shaming words, some of it written by me. No one’s there anymore because I’m late for practice now. I run to the girls’ locker room across the football field. His parting words when he gave me his heart were that nothing in this world is free. Now he lives across the hall, and there’s nothing I want more than to be his last everything. In Penn Scully’s case, I pierced his heart until he bled out, then left it in a trash can on a bright summer day.įour years ago, he asked me to save all of my firsts for him. The thing about stiletto heels is that they make a hell of a dent when you walk all over the people who try to hurt you. I’m about to prove to her that she’s nothing but a spoiled princess.Įveryone loves a good-old, unapologetic punk.īut being a bitch? Oh, you get slammed for every snarky comment, cynical eye roll, and foot you put in your adversaries’ way. There’s a price to pay for ruining the only good thing in my life, and she’s about to shell out some serious tears.ĭaria Followhill thinks she is THE queen. Yeah, baby girl, say it-I’m your foster brother. The captain of the rival football team she hates so much. Now, I’m her parents’ latest shiny project. The good thing about circumstances? They can change. I’d had four years to stew on what Daria Followhill did to me, and now my heart is completely iced. They say revenge is a dish best served cold.
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