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I wanted to get into a little trouble. I wanted to catch some rain, find something that made my heart pump again, and I wanted to know what it was like to not have anyone to grab onto.
My heart fluttered, remembering Trevor’s brother’s words.
My eyebrow is alr raised rn 🤨
Chess would teach me strategy, fencing would teach me human nature and self-preservation, and dancing would teach me my body. All necessary for a well-rounded person.
I guessed I could chalk up my disinterest in Trevor to knowing him my entire life—he was too familiar, kind of like family—but I’d also known his older brother my entire life, and my feelings for him weren’t at all familial.
Mhm whatever floats ur margarita babes
Slipknot’s “The Devil in I” blared through the classroom—and, I assumed, the rest of the school, as well.
That song fits so perfectly for this scene like chef kiss ‼️
I’d always been scared of him. The thrilling kind of scared that got me turned on.
Baby girl it’s giving Stockholm syndrome
Then I’d go to bed, trying not to worry about how one brother tried to wear me down more every day while denying what woke up inside of me whenever the other one was close.
Don’t be alone with her. My one rule. The one thing I’d kept to myself and promised to heed, and now I’d broken it.
She thought she was nothing to me, insignificant and invisible. She wanted me to open my eyes and see her again so fucking badly, but she didn’t realize that I already did. I knew the deceiving cunt that stewed underneath that perfect little sheen of hers, and I couldn’t forget.
When the guy is lowly more obsessed than the girl >>>>
Yeah, you’re going to be in my bed, baby, but not until you wish you hated me.
🫨
The closer you got to anything beautiful, the less beautiful it became. Allure was in the mystery, not the appearance.
Bouta become my quote of the year type shiiii
Things done in the dark hours of night, behind closed doors, or in the heat of the moment looked a lot different in the morning, out in the open, and with a clear head. Yeah, there were things we wanted, impulses we felt, but acting on those desires brought consequences we weren’t always willing to accept,
Say it like u mean it hun bun
I stared up at him, my heart racing but so happy I wanted to cry. He knew. He understood what I wanted more than anything.
“Own who you are,” he commanded. “And don’t apologize. Do you understand? Own it or it will own you.”
“When you’re wanted, you’re invited. If you weren’t invited, then you weren’t wanted. Does that makes sense?”
Everyone thought the world of Rika, so why did she act like mine was the only opinion that mattered to her?
Baby boy ur to dense to realize that to her it IS the only opinion that matters
“If that slut spreads her legs for you, I will make sure marrying me will be the nightmare of her life.”
This entire past two pages gave me the fucking ick cause actually what the hell.
I pushed my plate away, no longer hungry. “Trevor . . .” I started, feeling guilty, but I didn’t know what else to do with him. “I’m not yours. I’m not anyone’s.” “You’d fuck him in a heartbeat if he looked at you twice.”
Glad u know ur place Trevor
couldn’t deny that dark and dangerous held a lot of allure,
Felt.
“I don’t like drugs or drug houses,” he admitted. “Drugs are a crutch for people too ignorant to self-destruct on their own.”
He shot into my face, growling out his whisper. “I’ve never seen him give a handheld tour of a fuck party before. Or bring someone along on Devil’s Night. This is ours, so why are you here?”
No bc why am I feeling so bad for him, like baby boy just wants his time to do things with his friends 😕
He opened the door and climbed in, tossing his mask to Will and then turning his eyes on me. “Come here.” He held out his hand. I inched closer and then gasped as he pulled me into the car, onto his lap, draping my legs across his. What? I hooked a quick arm around his neck for support, my ass planted on his thighs.
🫨
Damon stopped me, getting in my face as he rose from his seat. “No one fucks with you but us,” he warned with a sinister smile.
My man?
couldn’t help it. I arched my back, pressing my ass into him and staring ahead at the trucks coming at us. I heard his groan, and then his phone hit my ankle where he dropped it. His hand left my stomach and came up to wrap around the front of my neck, pulling me back to him as his other hand gripped my waist. “Knock that off,” he whispered in my ear, sounding out of breath. “You’re driving me crazy.”
That whole scene 🤫
They’d all had each other’s backs tonight, and now they had mine. But they weren’t going to do my shit for me.
And from Michael—as well as Damon, Will, and Kai—I learned to breathe fire. I learned to walk as if the path were carved for me and me alone, and to treat the world as if it should know I was coming.
My friends—my brothers—were dead on the inside, and the more I thought about what she’d done to them—to us— the more I wanted to rip her apart.
No one should hold the power to change your life forever.
“When you want to make an impression and you think you’ve gone far enough, go a little further. Always leave them wondering if you’re just a little bit crazy, and people will never fuck with you again.”
Or maybe he finally thought I was worth a damn.
And the things that were irreplaceable in life were the only things of value.
His eyes held mine, as mine narrowed with just a hint of the pain I’d felt while longing for him all these years.
he unscrewed a pickle jar. I stopped what I was doing, twisting up my lips as he laid slices across his peanut-butter sandwich. Gross. “That makes you so much less attractive,” I said, wincing.
☹️
I wanted him to use me and fuck me and go at me with a desperation he never showed for anything or anyone.
Uhhhh okay so…
Our scrapes and bruises, tattoos, scars, smiles, and wrinkles told our stories,
She didn’t trust me. But she wanted to.
We fought shame every day, struggling with who we could let see the real us, and we’d finally found each other. Unfortunately . . . we were fucked.
She wasn’t mine. She would never be mine.
When she finally realized that my opinion was the only one that mattered.
Then why the hell were u talkin bout some “she acted like my opinion was the only one that mattered” ooooo ima pop u upside ur head
The most valuable lesson anyone learns in life should be learned as early as possible. That you don’t have to live in the reality someone else invented.
Redefine normal. None of us know the full measure of our power until we start pushing our boundaries and pressing our luck, and the more we do, the less we care what others think. The freedom feels too good.
She had too much power over me.
Don’t come back, Rika. I knew she wouldn’t run far, but I wanted her to. I’d fucked up. This wasn’t how it was supposed to be.
Dropping my eyes, I curled my fists. I can’t hurt her. I couldn’t do this.
He’d almost been mine.
Womp freaking womp
“Don’t be an asshole, man,” Damon joked.
Damon I freaking love you 🫨‼️
“You know, the thing about Michael . . .” Damon went on, cocking his head as he relaxed it against the seat, “he wants you, too. He watches you. Did you know that?” He glanced at me in the rearview mirror. “Man, the look on his face when he saw you dancing tonight.”
He grabbed me by the back of my hair, and I gasped as he brought me in, his warm breath falling across my face. “Michael doesn’t want you, and neither do we. You get that? I want you to stop watching us and stop following us like a pathetic dog begging for someone to notice her.” And then he shoved me away, disdain written all over his face. “Get a fucking life of your own, Rika, and stay the hell away from us. No one wants you.”
May I just say damnnnnn
Being scared wasn’t a weakness. But letting it force my head down and my voice quiet was. Fear wasn’t the enemy. It was the teacher.
I’d been terrorized tonight for no reason, and not only had he not apologized; he was doing everything he could to hurt me more.
