Page 16 of Hate Like Ours

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That’s the first sign that you should cut them loose, when they start being annoying. I was going to cut her off anyway because my guys brought me up to speed on what was going on.

“Jesus, Knox, knock it out!” she says in a whiny voice, giving me a look that’s meant to be reprimanding or some shit. I literally couldn’t give a fuck right now.Has she always been this whiny and annoying?

“What do you want, Ivy? I’m trying to have somemetime right now,” I drawl in an uninterested tone.

“Look, baby, I know you’re having a hard time because of your mom and shit but you don’t need to act like an asshole!” she snaps at me.

Ugh, it is too fucking early for this shit. I grab her by the throat, pulling her closer to me. I lean forward a little so that my face is right in front of hers. I squeeze hard enough so that she knows I mean fucking business.

“Don’t ever fucking talk about or mention my mother to me!” I snap through clenched teeth, letting her see the full extent of my rising anger.

“I’m sorry, baby!” she gasps. “It’s just that I haven’t seen you in forever and I miss my boyfriend.” She pouts and it isn’t a cute look.

She’s one of those girls who thinks they’re going to be anInstagrammodel or something. She’s a cheerleader that’s looking to climb the social ladder and trap someone who has money.

She comes from money as well but these girls always want more. They all want to marry someone richer than them so that they can have a more lavish lifestyle than the one they currently have. They don’t think about anything else.

I don’t have to be a genius to know that she’s had her sights set on me for ages. I’m not one of those idiots who are led by their dicks and are oblivious to everything around them. I’ve always known what she wants. Too bad for her, whatever plan she has cooked up in that head of hers will never work.

She’s just a fuck but it’ll never go further than that. One, I don’t like my women to be total bitches and two, I don’t like the ones who spread their legs for anyone else while they’re with me.

I honestly don’t even know why I fucked her in the first place since I never even liked her that much to begin with. I guess I was bored and she kept throwing herself at me. She was easy and convenient. Well, technically, they all are because they think they’ll be the one to change their star quarterback, but they don’t know it’ll never happen. I’ve yet to meet a girl who I wanted to possess.Well, until recently…but that can’t happen.

I’ve never had a girlfriend. No one in this town really interested me in that way before. None of them seemed like girlfriend material, especially the ones I know and have had contact with.

This one is delusional enough to think that because she’s the head cheerleader and I’m the quarterback, we’re somehow meant to be together.

I don’t buy into that sort of high school bullshit and she should know that by now. Her constant bullshit about me being her boyfriend is grating on my nerves and just makes me want to chuck her off a cliff.

If there was one thing my asshole dad taught me, it was to make sure I wear a rubber and to make sure I knew enough about the women I took to my bed. There were vipers who would try their best to try and trap you because of the dollar amount in your bank account.

“I don’t do girlfriends and you know that. I told you that from the beginning, didn’t I?” I question, my voice coming out harsher than I meant it to. Maybe she needs me to be an asshole so she can understand what the hell I’m saying. I hate clingy bitches.

“What the hell are you talking about?” she screeches. She claims she’s my girlfriend for bragging rights, but she never even called to ask me how I was doing during my mother’s death and funeral. Nor did she come over to offer any comfort or even attend the funeral. If she did come over, I would’ve sent her ass away. But real girlfriends would check up on you and care about you more.

“You knew the score from the beginning so don’t act clueless now. And in case it wasn’t fucking obvious, we’re done,” I snap at her while taking another pull from my blunt.

Obviously we’re not supposed to smoke on school property but since my father owns the town, everyone is too afraid of him to say shit to me.

“What the fuck, Knox? You can’t do this to me!” she shrieks in a shrill voice that hurts my fucking ears.

“You want a boyfriend so bad? Go ask the guy you were fucking at the party the other night. I’m done with you. I don’t fuck bitches who fuck other guys while they’re fucking me. Sloppy seconds aren’t my thing,” I sneer at her and her face pales. If I cared, I’d say that shit was comical the way her face turns sour.

“Wha-what are you talking about?” she stammers out.

“Oh, you didn’t think I’d know what a slut you’ve been? Here’s a little tip for you… there isn’t anything that goes on in this town that I don’t know about or will eventually find out,” I say smirking.

“Baby, I was drunk. It didn’t mean anything. I didn’t even want to sleep with him. He forced me—” she says as if that will help her case.

“Nice try but let me stop you right there,”I cut her off. “If you didn’t want it, then you wouldn’t have been bouncing on his dick like a fucking porn star.” I laugh. It’s always the “I didn’t want it or I was raped” storyline with these manipulative bitches when you find out that they were hopping on someone else’s dick behind your back. Don’t get me wrong, this doesn’t apply to anyone who is truthful.

“But–” she starts, but I cut her off again.

“Get the fuck out my face because you won’t want me to make you! I said I’m fucking done with you so don’t test me. I’m not in the mood,” I snap at her, my patience finally wearing thin. This was supposed to be a peaceful morning and here I am dealing with this shit on top of my already sour mood.

“You heard him, Ivy. Get the fuck out of here. You shouldn’t have hopped onto another dick if you still wanted to ride Knox’s pole,” Asher says to her as he walks over to me. She gives him a nasty glare and huffs before she stomps away from us, heading inside.

But not before having her last word. “This isn’t over, Knox! Don’t forget I’m the one you always come back to,” she spits.

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