It’s got heartache written all over it.
Only, I’m not sure I can stop.
18
STYX
Ipromised Kat that she wouldn’t be disappointed with the one chance she’s given me to make it up to her. So I’ve spent all week trying to come up with something that will ensure that doesn’t happen.
On Wednesday, I wanted to pick her up from school just like Ryder did on Monday and Tuesday and then keep her all to myself for the entire night. But half my team for the night called in sick and I had no choice but to cancel my day off and all my plans for my girl to ensure the club ran smoothly, especially with the bachelorette party we had booked.
Thankfully though, tonight, despite the fact it’s Thursday, I’ve managed to switch my shifts around. I was able to get off just in time to warn Ryder off turning up at Red Ridge High to collect her, much to his irritation, and I’m now standing resting against the hood of my car in the parking lot in a place I haven’t been for a lot of years.
Not much has changed about this place and it brings back more than a few memories. Before everything went to shit with D and Faith, I liked school. Not that I would ever have confessed to it back then.
What wasn’t to love, we got to pretty much do whatever the fuck we wanted, hang out daily, and thanks to D’s connection with the MC, most of the students were scared of us. It was pretty fucking awesome.
Until it wasn’t.
Getting kicked out of our little trio was one of the worst days of my life.
I already knew I didn’t belong in the place I was meant to call home. Being with my brothers was everything to me, and then one fuck up, and I was thrown out on my ass faster than I thought possible.
I didn’t get it back then. I didn’t see how deeply I’d wedged the knife in D’s back. But I do now. And fuck, am I sorry I went anywhere near Faith and her bullshit games.
A bell rings deep inside the building and my nerves and excitement triple as doors open and students begin to spill out.
I haven’t told her that I’m going to be here, and I fucking hate the idea that she might be disappointed when she emerges and doesn’t find Ryder waiting for her.
But I don’t have to wait long to find out.
My mouth goes dry as I spot her emerging, surrounded by others. But I don’t see any of them. I only have eyes for her.
She’s wearing a black leather jacket over a white top, a short as fuck black ripped denim skirt, fishnets, and heavy black biker boots.
To put it simply, she looks like a walking fucking wet dream.
Anger stirs deep within me knowing that she’s probably dressed for Ryder. That realization is only solidified when her eyes widen in shock when she spots me.
Pushing from the hood, I meet her at the edge of the parking lot. The interested stares of the other students burn into me, but I don’t take my eyes from my girl.
“Disappointed to see me, Kitty Kat?” I growl when she’s close enough to hear me. My heart pounds an unsteady rhythm in my chest as I wait for her response.
“I guess that all depends,” she quips.
“On?” I ask, taking the bait.
“On whether what comes next is going to disappoint me or not.”
Reaching out, I twist my fingers with hers and tug her closer, giving her no choice but to look up at me. “Missed you, Kitty Kat.”
“Jury’s still out on how I feel about you.”
“Ouch.”
“Truth hurts.” She gives me a little shrug. “Much like your words.”
“I’m sorry, Kitty K—”