Roy’s voice pulled me back from the brink, as I felt my fists balling up, my arms shaking, every part of me tensing up as Allison and Michael appeared in the cafeteria doorway. Michael had a scowl on his face before he walked up to the lunch line. Allison rolled her eyes at me, the two of them moving in the opposite direction of Rae. That made me even more furious. Why the fuck weren’t her friends with her during a time like this?
Roy tugged on my leather jacket. “Dude, sit down
. I was getting to the best part. Marina did this new thing that—”
“I don’t give a shit what your girlfriend does to your dick, dude!”
I whipped around, glaring at him as the cafeteria came to a grinding halt.
“I don’t give a shit how she kisses you, or how she sucks you off. I don’t care how much she puts out or the new shit you can get her to pull. I literally give no fucks about any of it. And you want to know why?”
Roy grimaced. “The hell’s wrong with you?”
I chuckled bitterly. “I don’t give a damn about it because I know you only do it to be cool. You do it to get attention and to try and be the big man, when you’re not. It’s pathetic. And you really need to stop, because you look like a shithead.”
Roy slid Marina off his lap before he stood up, standing toe to toe with me. And despite the fact that I towered over him by almost five inches, he held his ground. Which was impressive, but stupid.
“You wanna run that by me again?”
I licked my lips. “I don’t know. Were you dumb enough not to hear it the first time around?”
Marina hissed. “The two of you, shut up. Teachers are coming over.”
I jumped at Roy, causing him to step back before I grinned at him. And as teachers in the cafeteria came to settle down the riff-raff, I strode to the cafeteria door. I wasn’t hungry. I wasn’t thirsty. The only thing I felt was anger. Frustration. Confusion. The three-course meal I’d been dining on for fucking days. I marched right out of that damn cafeteria, ignoring the teachers that called out after me. I got around the corner and charged for the glass double doors, slamming into them with a pop.
And when my eyes gazed down onto the football field, I saw three senior students from the school down the road laughing and joking around, and dumping shit onto the grass.
Perfect.
I made my way for the field, practically leaping down the stairs. I heard them laughing as one of them whipped out their cocks to literally piss on the painted outlines of our mascot on the green turf. I whistled to myself as my fists unclenched. I breathed a sigh of relief as their laughter came to a grinding halt. I hopped over the fence, touching down onto my feet as I smiled broadly at them.
“Afternoon, boys,” I said.
And I chuckled as my victims cowered in their own fucking boots.
29
Raelynn
I got halfway down the hallway before I rounded around the corner. I didn’t want to come into contact with Clint. Not now. Not when things were so rough with, well, everything else. I waited for a few minutes, listening as Clint’s voice boomed across the cafeteria. I didn’t know what he was saying, but I knew he wasn’t happy. I heard Roy’s name tossed into everything, then I saw teachers getting up from the corner. Part of me wanted to rush to Clint, to help him calm down before he really got himself into some trouble.
But then his heavy footsteps faded away before the slamming of a door echoed in the distance.
I heard teachers fruitlessly calling out his name as a dull roar rose from the crowd of students in the cafeteria again. And after a few deep breaths, I made my way inside. I took my seat quickly in the corner, like I always did. The place where Michael, Allison, and I always sat. The place where Allison had kept me company yesterday while Michael strode past us, making his way for the outside patio.
Only this time, he slammed his tray down beside me just as Allison sat in front of me.
My eyes widened as I turned my body to face him. I peeked over at Allison, watching as she nodded toward Michael. I licked my lips, feeling the whole of my body lock up as my eyes met his.
This was the first time he’d so much as acknowledged my existence since his appearance on my doorstep. And I wasn’t sure what to make of it all. He looked angry, but also tired. He looked frustrated, but also worn. Frazzled. Part of me wanted to reach out and hug him. But the rest of me knew better.
He sighed as he rested his elbow on the table.
“Look. I’m still pissed off. You hid this from me, and I don’t get why you went for Clint of all the guys in this school. I don’t get it, and I never will. But I want to put this behind us. Can we? Please?”
My jaw dropped open. “I, uh… don’t know why you’re asking me. I’m not the one to make that decision.”
Michael snickered. “You have just as much of a choice about it as I do.”