Page 78 of Bad Intentions


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He pulled his pads off and tossed them on the bench.

Frustration coursed through me. “So, you won’t listen to the truth?”

“I won’t listen to anything you have to say, because you’ve fucked with my head enough.” He let out an incredulous laugh. “Well done, though, Bug. You played me, you really did. I never saw it coming. Shy, geeky little Lillian, innocent, sweet…I bought it all. I never thought a girl like you could look at me, knowing everything there was to know, and want me anyway. Turns out I was right after all.”

I swallowed a lump of emotion in my throat.

Cayden’s eyes narrowed on mine. “Congratulations. You’ve managed to do what the Cutlers and Uncle Jack never managed to do – break my fucking heart and endanger my future. Now, get the hell out of here before I lose it.”

Break his heart?My own trembled at the confession, but then frustration reared up. He wasn’t going to listen to me. He wasn’t going to believe me, and he’d fucked my life up just as hard.

My terrible hurt turned to anger in a flash. “Before you lose it? Is that supposed to scare me? What are you going to do to me? Are you going to hurt me?” I stepped closer to him, getting in his face.

He put a hand on my chest and held me back. “Don’t.”

“Why not? You’ve already humiliated me in front of the entire school and let everyone know about California! My dad will know…” A sob forced its way up my throat. I beat at his hands, pushing him as hard as I could. “I hate you! I never did anything to you, and you’ve fucking killed me!”

“Don’t touch me, Lily, and don’t bother crying either. Your tears won’t work on me. You’re dead to me. You don’t exist. I don’t care what happens with you and your parents. I don’t care if everyone thinks you’re a fucked up little slut. I don’t care if you go live out those fantasies with half the hockey team – just stay out of my way.” He delivered the last words with stone-cold finality before shoving me away.

I staggered back a few steps, my feelings flashing between hurt and anger.

Anger won.

I turned on my heel and went for the door, fury brewing in my veins. I stormed through the rink, toward the foyer. The display at the entrance caught my eye. I plucked the baseball bat off its perch before I could stop myself and charged outside.

My eyes fixed on the bike at the curb.

I drew the bat back and lined myself up. The first hit took off the side mirror. I circled around and demolished the second one.

“Lily!” Eve’s voice screamed at me.

The sound of feet rushing toward me didn’t distract me as I raised the bat over the taillights and smashed it down, again and again.

Strong arms went around my middle, lifting me.

“Lillian, that’s enough,” Asher’s firm voice spoke in my ear.

“No, it’s not. It’s not enough until this thing is rubble!” I screamed, twisting in his arms.

Despite my wild movements, I couldn’t get away. Asher dragged me from the bike, and Eve pulled the bat out of my hands and tossed it to the ground.

“Get off me. I have to do something. I have to hurt him—”

“Like he hurt you? I think he’s hurt enough,” Asher said.

He had me turned away from the bike and the rink, facing the school. Everyone stared, and some had their phones out.

“It wasn’t me. I didn’t say a thing about him,” I fumed.

“Eve told me. Still, he thinks you did.”

“I don’t care what he thinks. He doesn’t believe me,” I ground out.

“Yeah, well, trusting others doesn’t come easily to some people… And if you read that newspaper article, you might understand why.”

“Don’t!” I managed to wriggle down from Asher’s hold. I pointed an accusing finger at him. “Don’t try and make me feel sorry for him, because I won’t.”

“Lillian Williams!” a loud voice thundered behind me.

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