“For the last time, I won’t suck you off. I’d rather eat vomit off the walls,” she snaps.
“Wow. That’s quite the visual.” I smile.
Her head jerks up and her gaze immediately hardens. “You.”
“Yeah, me.” I sit down beside her, keeping some distance between us. “Do you mind?”
“I do, actually. I escaped your band of mean girls to eat in peace.”
“But Sebastian ruined it.”
Her upper lip lifts in disgust. “Screw that asshole.”
“Yeah, screw him with a backward stick so he feels pain every time he thinks about screwing someone.” I smile tentatively. “I’m sure this is too late, but I wanted to say I’m so sorry for that dare.”
She raises an eyebrow as if not believing what I just said. “Is this some sort of reverse psychology where you’ll get me to admit my deepest darkest secrets and wishes? You don’t have to, because my wish already didn’t come true.”
“How so?”
“I wished you’d die, but you’re still alive.”
“Oh.”
My heart sinks as I stare at my flats with my hands in my lap. I didn’t think she hated me to the point of wishing me dead.
Old Reina, what have you done?
“Shit. You’re really upset?” Naomi watches me closely. “I never thought I’d live to see Reina Ellis upset.”
“Of course I get upset, I’m a human.”
“More like a monster who survives on being cunning, manipulating others, and screwing people’s lives over.” Her rapid-fire words stab me right in the chest.
Asher isn’t the only one who thinks I’m a monster. Is that my nickname in everyone’s subconscious?
“I told you I’m sorry, didn’t I?” I say hopefully.
“Sorry? Do you think sorry fixes anything?” She laughs with a bitter edge as she stands up. “You can take your sorry and shove it up your skinny ass.”
And then she’s storming out of view.
My shoulders droop as I angle sideways and stare at my reflection in the water.
Who knew behind such a beautiful face lurked a nightmare?
I should’ve had a purpose, right? But no matter how much I think about it, there can’t possibly be an excuse to hurt people.
It’s just wrong. Everything is so wrong.
Another beautifully cruel face greets me in the reflection before he throws a rock in the water, disturbing both our images.
I turn around and scowl at Asher’s face, which is still covered by aviators.
Does he ever remove them?
His broad shoulders block the sun and his shadow falls over me like damnation.
Izzy said Asher played football in high school, but unlike his friends, he chose to study international law.