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AVERY

While the moonlight dances off the shiny red paint of his tricked-out sports car, my blood boils, turning my face the same shade as his car. How could he? And with Charity Bidwell, of all people?

Reality hits hard that I’m being cheated on. It smacks me right in my face. There’s no denying it this time. My first instinct is to burst out in tears like a little girl whose puppy was just run over, but I can’t do that—not with my sorority sister, Sasha, sitting in the driver’s seat. She’d never let me live it down. I’m supposed to be tough. I’m Kappa Kappa Gamma, for crying out loud. I can’t allow a jerk like Chance Murphy to make me the laughingstock of Ohio State’s campus just as I’m finally accepted into the Greek life.

“Well, Avery?” Sasha smirks with her I-told-you-so face. “What are you going to do about that?”

“Yeah, Avery. Are you going to let him get away with that shit?” Rosemary, another one of my sisters, chimes in from the backseat while checking her makeup in the rearview mirror.

They want action. They came with me tonight just to get firsthand gossip, so I have to give people something to talk about—something that’ll make the rest of the sorority forget the fact that Chance was in Highland Cinema sucking face with Charity, making me look like a pathetic loser in the process.

The muscles in my neck tense at the thought of people laughing at me on Monday morning, so I push my fingers into the tight flesh on the back of my neck and sigh. I close my eyes, trying to plan my move, and the only thing I can think of is revenge. I want to hurt him the way he has hurt me. My eyes snap open as my plan unfolds in my brain. The one thing Chance loves is that car—that pretty, red sports car that’s mocking me with its presence. The one that’s sitting all alone at the far end of the parking lot and begging for punishment.

“Pop your trunk,” I order Sasha.

With lightning-quick speed I fling open the car door and hop out of the car. Behind me, Sasha and Rosemary giggle as they exit the car and make their way over to me while I riffle through Sasha’s trunk. My heart pounds in my chest as the image of what I’m about to do to that car replays over and over in my brain.

“What are you looking for?” Sasha quizzes as she flicks her long brown hair over her shoulder and studies my movements.

My hand lands on cold hard steel and I pull it out of the trunk for a better look. “This.”

“What the hell is that?” Rosemary asks as she leans in for a closer look, her green eyes dancing with excitement as her ruby-red lips twist in confusion.

The laugh that escapes my mouth startles me a little, because it doesn’t even sound like me. It has the ring of someone thinking very dark and menacing things, not feeling heartbroken, like I really feel now. I’m pretty sure this is a sign that I’m losing my mind, but it’s too late to turn back now. These girls will never let me live it down if I don’t take some kind of action. “It’s a crowbar.”

Sasha smiles, clearly pleased with my revenge plot. “Nice.”

Rosemary, on the other hand, still seems confused by the wicked plan going on in my mind. “What a minute, Avery. You can’t possibly use that on them.”

I roll my eyes and slam the trunk lid. “Rosemary, it’s not to hurt them with.”

Rosemary scrunches her face. For being the so-called brains of our group, she isn’t always the brightest crayon in the box. Our little secret society really needs to adjust what they view as brilliance and stop giving so much credit to girls who sleep their way onto the dean’s list.

I take off toward the bright red show-of-money that’s shining under the glow of the street lamps, planning to reciprocate the pain I feel. The steel now feels warm in my grip, after taking some of the built-up heat from my sweaty palm, nearly matching my body temperature.

This is the last time I’ll allow myself to be hurt like this. I’m sick of men treating me like something they can use, then toss away.

I stop in front of the red Camaro and zero in on the headlights as I raise the crowbar above my head.

“What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” a deep voice asks from behind me, halting me instantly in my tracks.

I spin around and my eyes land on possibly the hottest guy I’ve ever seen. My mouth falls agape as the stranger, who doesn’t appear to be much older than me, stares at me through narrowed eyes. I swallow hard as I take in the tattoos covering both of his bulging forearms and snaking up the exposed skin on his chest that’s visible through the V-neck of his white T-shirt. His blond hair, a bit on the longish side, swoops across his forehead, creating a frame to show off his light blue eyes while the five-o’clock shadow he’s sporting on his chiseled jaw gives him a rugged edge. This guy is absolutely gorgeous in that badass, I’ll-break-your-heart-after-I’ve-melted-your-panties kind of way, but there’s something lingering in his eyes that makes him seem like he could be sweet even though his outward appearance screams trouble.

As gorgeous as he may be, my first instinct is to tell him to piss off and to mind his own damn business, but the expression on his face lets me know that it probably won’t fly well with him. He doesn’t look like the type of guy that does well with someone trying to push him around.

So, I decide the truth might be the best bet in this situation. It’s not like what I’m about to do isn’t totally obvious. “I’m about to smash my lying, cheating boyfriend’s headlights

in, and if you don’t mind, I would like to get back to it before he comes out here and catches me.”


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