“You’re going to be pissed, and you have every right to be.”
“Would you shut the fuck up and listen!”
“Well, that’s fucking rude.” Typical Adrian.
“I’m monitoring the meteor shower.” His voice was clipped.
“Really?” I huffed out a breath. “That’s why you’re blowing me off.”
Sometimes, I couldn’t believe our friendship had lasted all these years.
“Yes.”
The bastard hung up before I could say another word. Why the hell was everyone hanging up on me today?
Fuck Ben and fuck Adrian. I’d figure something out.
I started my car. Maybe tomorrow I’d make my way out to the Calder’s. It would probably come back to bite me in the ass, but even though the little brat deserved whatever Ben had planned, I couldn’t help feeling like I should check on her.
CHAPTER SEVEN
BECK
Rowen was still standing where I left him when I pulled out of the parking lot.
His hands were clenched. Face tight. Like he didn’t know where to go from here.
Men like him always thought the rules would save them. I knew better.
That’s partly why I went along with my little fox’s plan. People like me were often blamed, regardless of who was responsible. But to be honest, I was usually guilty.
I smirked at the thought.
I took several turns around the town, then drove by the school a second time to see whether Taryn’s car was still in the lot. I knew she’d be cheering at the game tonight, but that wasn’t my scene.
Her car was gone to my disappointment. I was hoping to get a glimpse of that ass in those jeans she’d worn to school today.
I had plans for her. And it was all her fault.
Taryn was known to be cold with guys. As far as I knew, she didn’t date. I suspected she intimidated most men our age.
I wasn’t most men, and I loved a challenge.
I hadn’t been interested in pursuing her before because I’d thought she was a ‘good girl’. I’d known she was manipulative and vindictive, traits I admired. But I still assumed she was a stuck-up bitch. Then, when she showed up at the warehouse, threatening me with exposure, and didn’t get the response she was expecting, she adapted.
I was impressed. It showed me that she didn’t mind getting her hands dirty.
Hopefully in more ways than one. My dick grew uncomfortably hard behind my zipper.
Then, when I realized she saw me kill that piece of shit, Arnie, who had been getting too friendly with the neighborhood kids, and had the balls to use it to blackmail me… I was done.
I’d decided, then and there, to keep the evil queen of Ashford High—in any role she’d let me play in her life.
I was impulsive like that.
Last night, when I fell asleep, all I could see were those stormy gray eyes. And I had to rub one out in the shower before school. There were plenty sweetbutts around the clubhouse to do it for me, but I wasn’t interested.
Taryn was in a class all by herself, and I planned to let herschool mereally soon.
