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and I have to wonder if this girl is for real.

“Well, he’s not in school today, so you’re shit out of luck. I have to tell you, even if he was here today, the last person he would want to talk to is you. So, run along and leave me alone, leave Mike alone and go find yourself a new play toy,” I respond, sounding snarky as hell—because I mean to.

“Oh please, I wouldn’t waste my time on Mike. Everyone knows he’s broke now,” she laughs, the sound coming out as evil as she is.

“Excuse me?”

“You haven’t heard? Hah! That’s hilarious. I guess Mike didn’t want you to know. You’re sleeping with the gardener’s son, he’s no one. He’s been disowned. If you think you’re going ride a ticket into money by riding his dick, you’re insane.”

My stomach curls in disgust. I had no idea the truth about Mike’s family had gotten out. I feel a sick feeling flow over me like a wave. Lindy is laughing with some bleach blonde, dim-wit with her. They’re mocking Mike and the truck he bought. I hear them laughing about his car he sold, and I can’t take anymore.

I get up, grab a bunch of her hair and jerk her head back. Then, I throat punch her. One of the advantages to living on the street is you learn to take up for yourself. Lindy goes down grabbing her throat and I climb on top of her. It’s not the smartest thing, but I have the strongest urge to rub her face on the grass and mess up her perfect makeup.

It’s clear Lindy doesn’t really know how to fight, but the bitch has some sharp fingernails. She claws at me, tearing at the skin on my arm and chest. It stings, but nothing I can’t handle. I throw another punch, which isn’t easy because Lindy has her arms flailing and she’s trying to slap and claw me. I pull at her hair and she yanks her head and a gob of hair comes out.

“I hope that gives you a bald spot you bitch!” I snarl, dodging her hand as she tries to slap me again.

“I’m going to kill you!” she cries

We’re basically wrestling, but I know I’m getting the better of her. I’m about to press my advantage when I feel someone lifting me away from her. I refuse to let go of her hair and Lindy starts crying out like a damn banshee. She’s tearing at my hands, trying to get free. It doesn’t matter. Hell will freeze over before I willingly let go at this point. She starts kicking at me and I try to return the favor, but whoever has a hold of me, is using something close to a vice lock. I can barely move. I’m forced to let her hair go against my will.

“Fine!” I growl. “Let me go, I’m done.”

I wipe a smear of blood off the side of my face. I don’t know where it’s from, but if I had to guess, I’d say she clawed me there.

“Stupid cow,” Lindy huffs, standing up. Her lipstick is smeared, and I can tell her eye is already swelling. If there is any justice in the world it will turn a hideous purple and swell shut. I kick out, hitting her thigh. It’s not where I was aiming but it feels good when she cries out.

“That’s enough. You ladies are going to my office,” Mr. D. growls.

Until that moment I didn’t realize it was him that pulled me off of Lindy. Shit. I’m probably going to be expelled. If this goes on a permanent record or something, I’m going to kill Lindy.

I grudgingly walk toward the office, shooting a hateful look to Lindy every little bit. She does the same, but she does it with Mr. D. between us so I can’t beat her up again.

Damn it.

36

Mike

Violet awkwardly waves at Aspen. The two share some kind of nonverbal communication and then Aspen leaves the lunchroom. To look at Aspen today, I would never imagine she’s Ginger at the strip club. Violet sighs and then looks over at me.

“You okay, slugger?” I ask, the corner of my lips kicking up in a smile.

“Shut up, Mikey,” she grumbles, and I laugh.

I reach over and move my thumb against one of the deep scratches that Lindy inflicted. I’d like to wring the bitch’s neck. Luckily, I’ve seen Lindy and even with make-up you can tell her eye is black and painful. My