“Only a few more months. You sure bringing them down will be worth it?”
I think about Brett, about his kiss and his yanking down my top, about him messing with my grade and my future, and I reflect on Tyler and how he choked me with his tie. With Corey and Shane, it’s only ever been verbal, but do I honestly want the quartet to move on and to go after someone else instead?
“No.”
“So what are you going to do then?” he asks. “Nothing?”
“I don’t get you,” I complain. “Do you want me to do something or not?”
“Do you think you can make a difference?”
“Probably not.”
“So would it be worth it to even try?”
“Yes,” I snap. “I don’t want to have to deal with this shit. I shouldn’t have to.”
“Do you think they’ll just roll over and die for you?”
“No,” I admit, “but maybe they will anyhow.”
“Will… what…”
I smile sweetly. “Roll over beneath my heel,” I say, my tone sugary. “That’s all.”
No, that’s not fucking all. They will roll over, and if they don’t stop, maybe they’ll learn who exactly I am the daughter of.