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“Don’t you know that you can have anything you want?” His eyes searched mine. “I’ll hurt anyone for you.”
“Abuse can feel like love.” I blinked, the voice so close that my ears tingled. Slowly, I raised my eyes to look at the side of Damon Torrance’s face, his shirt wrinkled, and his tie draped around his neck. The whole class fell silent, and I glanced at Will next to me, seeing his eyebrows pinched together as he looked at the back of his friend’s head. Mr. Townsend approached. “Abuse can feel like love…” he repeated. “Why?” Damon remained so still it didn’t look like he was breathing. He looked at the teacher, unwavering. “Starving people will eat anything.” I
I scooted up toward Kai—the safe one—but something grabbed my feet and yanked my ass back down.
“You wanna fuck me, too?” I said in a low voice, a soft smile tilting the corner of my mouth. He grinned, still not looking at me. But surprisingly, he replied, “Sometimes.”
“Why don’t you like me?” he asked.
Will Grayson III will never forget that I was one notch on his belt that he could never get. I’m not going to let you win this one. At least, I’ll have that.”
“Can I pick you up for school Monday morning?” he asked, turning onto my street. I unfastened my seatbelt. “No.” “I just asked to be nice,” he said in a stern tone. “I’m picking you up. I don’t like you walking.”
I ate and she ate, and I snuck peeks at her throughout the film, watching her more than the movie.
I had to fist my hands to keep them from roaming, or else she’d probably slap me.
He dropped his eyes, stuck the lighter into his pocket, and let out a resolved breath. “Why are you so mean?”
All my friends loved the control. Loved to hold them down and make them beg for it like Rika, Banks, and Winter were their toys. Not me. She dominated me, and I didn’t want it any other way.
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I looked over at Will to tell him my idea, but he was already staring at me. He gazed down with an entranced look in his eyes like he’d just been watching something so interesting as he stared at me.
“But you’re going to be fucking mine someday,” he growled. “Come hell or high water, Emory Scott. You’re my woman, and you’re going to come home to me every day and sit at my table and warm my fucking bed.” He kissed me. “And you’re going to give me a Will Grayson IV. Mark my words.”
Morning! Smile. Or don’t. It’s completely your choice. Don’t let a guy tell you you’re prettier when you do. You don’t need to be pretty for anyone. Your value does not rely on my opinion. Damn the patriarchy.
I’d loved Emory since the moment I laid eyes on her when I was fourteen.
I just hated myself, and it was easier to try to disappear than face the music yesterday.
“You should’ve put walnuts in them,” Rory said. I turned around, showing him the second pan, the surface dotted with fucking walnuts.
I couldn’t help but smile to myself as I watched her.
Was he actually surprised? My winning personality didn’t happen on a dime.
Sitting up, I climbed over Rory’s body and gently stepped out of bed, looking down at the two beautiful guys and their sleeping forms. A serial killer on one side, and the son of a terrorist on the other. Man, my parents would be proud.
“One day! Not even one day back in town and he’s back in a cell!” I unhooked my overalls and pulled on the black, long-sleeved shirt. “Ugh!”
“Um…” someone said, and I blinked, noticing the car had stopped. “Okay, wow. I…um…I’d love to watch this, actually,” Damon called out, “but Winter will consider it cheating if she’s not here, too. I’ll go ahead and walk home, and you fucking owe me, Will.”
“Are you up for this?” she asked again. I nodded. “Yeah, for like, ever now.”
“Take care of him.” He touched my arm, leaning in. “He’s kind of my favorite.” “Ugh,” Misha said, walking past us, clearly hearing.
I laughed. “Just keep Winter close. He won’t hit you with a pregnant woman nearby.” He shook his head and kept walking. “He’ll just get her to hit me for him,” he grumbled.
“Damon!” Winter growled. “I’m going to kill you. You better love him. You do, right?”
“You either have my back,” Michael said. “You’re at my side,” Kai continued. “Or you’re in my way,” the rest of us finished. “Be Lilith,” the girls said. Athos pulled the Red Death over her eyes, all of us setting off as she whispered. “Never Eve.”