Page 1 of Twisted Fate

Chapter one

Rory

Everyone at school seemed to realize who the fucking queen was as I strolled through the yard, students parting for me as I went.

Caden said it was the blank look in my eyes, but Tyler argued that I’d just earned the spot over time.

It had been a month since I’d killed Max, and as much as I felt more at peace with it all, I was still pent up with complete rage.

Skeeter had let me fight a few times to try and relieve it, but he had to ban me again for nearly killing some mouthy bitch in the cage.

Whistling from the parking lot caused me to glance over to find Slash and some of the Bloody Psychos leaning against my Corvette like they owned the place.

He might have helped me out, but we weren’t buddies.

Not by a long shot.

He grinned, his arms spread wide as if I was going to run over and embrace him or some fucking bullshit.

“Yo, Killer!”

I snorted, making my way over to them and lighting a cigarette, cocking my head with annoyance.

“What can I do for you? It’s not like you to visit me at school, Slash.”

“C’mon, I can’t visit my number one girl?” He asked sarcastically, but his stupid grin still remained in place.

I hated drawing attention from other students, and he fucking knew it.

“Not without a reason. Spit it out so you can fuck off,” I growled, taking a drag as I tried to ignore the students who were whispering from a distance as if they were at a goddamn petting zoo.

Psychos were idolized as the cool guys, but most people were too scared to go near them.

Usually Skeeter was the one to show up with some of his guys, but Slash being there instead was going to cause even more unwanted gossip.

I really wanted to stay out of the spotlight, but assholes like Slash kept drawing attention to me, just to piss me off.

“You’re really going to turn completely badass on me? Why so cold, babe?” He continued, chuckling as I gave him an icy glare, apparently encouraging him to wrap the conversation up. “Alright, I’ll stop with the bullshit. I need some help.”

Surprise.

I knew the prick wouldn’t just stop in to say hello.

“With?” I asked bluntly, flicking my cigarette butt onto the footpath as I finished it.

He looked annoyed for a moment before giving me a genuine smile, his whole face lighting up.

“Snorting some cocaine. I hear it’s your eighteenth birthday, so I thought I’d look after you.”

A slow smile spread across my face without permission, but I couldn’t help it.

“Who told you it’s my birthday?”

“If you think your boy Ty wasn’t going to tell me, then you’re an idiot. He also mentioned you like my supply, so I figured you might appreciate some,” he chuckled, the other Psychos chuckling along with him as if he was being funny.

He honestly wasn’t.

“But?” I offered, making him raise an eyebrow.