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KAI
Imani hadn’t talked to me since Saturday night.
I parked my bike in Redwood’s parking lot, tossed my backpack over my shoulder, and walked toward the building with a lit cigarette in my mouth. Usually, I didn’t smoke as much as João and Landon, but, shit, I’d needed it lately.
After Imani had submitted to me—tied down by my ropes—and spent the night with me, I couldn’t get her out of my fucking head. She might’ve known how much Landon needed her or how much João did—even though he was a bitch about it.
But she hadn’t known that I needed her too.
Now, she wouldn’t talk to me.
Before stepping into the building, I stomped out the cigarette. I pulled up the hood to my sweatshirt and walked into the corridor, listening to people gossip about Allie and Jace and last Friday night. My chest tightened, and I had the urge to punch someone’s face fucking in.
It wasn’t even my drama, but people couldn’t mind their own business.
And I was already pissed.
I made a beeline for the next hallway over, found Akio digging through his locker for books, and stormed over to him. I hadn’t made myself clear last time, but this time, I would make fucking sure that I did.
Akio might’ve come off as innocent, but his parents were pieces of shit for what they had done.
Absolute shit.
When I approached, Akio shut his locker and held his books to his chest, eyes wide. I clenched my jaw and glared at him, balling my hands into fists behind my back so I didn’t hurl one into his face.
“I told you to stay the fuck away from Imani,” I said between clenched teeth.
“I-I did.”
I wrapped one hand around his collar and shoved him against the locker. “Don’t fucking lie to me. You were at Nicole’s house on Saturday night, spying on us, weren’t you?”
His face paled. “How do you know that? Did she tell you?”
“No, Imani didn’t tell me anything. I saw you with her.”
“Look,” he said, shaking his head. “Nothing happened. We were hanging out. I … I don’t even like Imani like that. She’s not my type, and I … I just wanted a friend. It’s not my fault that you guys wouldn’t hang out with her this weekend.”
“We were doing a fucking job,” I said.
“What do you want me to say, Kai?” he asked.
“I want you to tell her what your parents did to mine, and then we’ll see if she still wants to be your fucking friend,” I said, so much anger and rage boiling up inside me, more than usual, all because of Imani.
Nobody had ever made me this cranky, ruthless, and jealous.
My phone buzzed, and I released Akio to pull it out of my pocket. There was a picture of Allie Harbor with a stack of Playboy and Mayfair magazines and porn DVDs that must have fallen out of her locker, desperately trying to pick them up. It looked like it had been taken moments ago, and it was already circulating social media.
“You’re fucking lucky that I have other shit to deal with,” I said to Akio.
When the first bell rang, I stepped backward and gave him one last warning look, my hands aching to close around his throat. People rushed down the hallways, scrambling to get to their first period while gossiping about Allie and Jace.
Another picture popped up on social media of Allie standing in front of a thick-as-fuck ten-inch dildo, suction-cupped to her locker. I growled underneath my breath, wanting to go back home already to delete all this shit from social media. Allie didn’t deserve this.
Allie was Imani’s best friend, but I’d try to take the pictures down even if she wasn’t.
As the second bell rang, I rounded the corner to find Allie standing in an empty hallway with Carter—Redwood’s quarterback and an absolute piece of shit. He stood over her with a sinister smirk that he and his brothers all had.
“Your date with Jamal go good?” Carter asked, leaning against the locker and crossing his muscular arms over his chest. “You finally let him hit it after those soggy Saturday night fries?”
