Mama ‘cause she’d fall in love with him too. And when he spoke Spanish? Good Lord, he made girls swoon.
“Thought I’d switch things up,” I replied, not really sure that he could hear me over the loud music.
“You’re actually wearing something that shows you have boobs. Is this some last ditch effort to get us back? Because you should know,” he leaned in closer, as if to accentuate his point. “It won’t work.”
I swallowed. Luis knew exactly why I usually wore baggy clothes. It was a sore spot with me. Mom’s weekly weigh-ins would always leave me hating myself for days after. He used to buy me cheeseburgers and make moaning sounds as I ate, promising to fuck my perfect body if I wiped that frown off my face.
“I’m assuming the others don’t know you’re here, seeing as you’re alive still,” he said before leaning forward. I watched him take a lazy draw of his beer, hugging the neck of the bottle with his thumb and index finger as he stared at me.
“I came here with Godfrey,” I replied, not really knowing why I felt the need to explain myself. At that, Luis's eyes widened while pulling the beer bottle from his plush lips.
“Godfrey, huh? Well, he shouldn’t have done that.” Luis then took the bottle and poured it’s contents down my shirt, laughing as people stared at us. I could feel the entire school at my back, watching the boy who was once my best friend cover me in beer. “Get the fuck out of here, Scar. You’re not welcome.”
Everyone was laughing now, but I couldn’t hear their drunk cackling. I was too busy listening to that stupid voice in my head that wanted her best friends back. She was clinging to the way Luis said my nickname, the shortened version of Scarlett reserved only for them. Certainly there was still hope in that familiarity.
“Didn’t you hear him? Get the fuck out of here,” a shrill voice said before freezing, wet slush was poured down my back. It was so cold it bit at my skin, and I turned around to see Stephanie Palmisano holding an empty cup and smiling ruefully at me.
Well, I guess if I was being sent away for fighting her, I might as well do it.
I turned slowly, a crazed grin spread across my face. I almost laughed when I saw Stephanie’s cocky expression falter, her perfectly waxed brows pulling together in confusion.
“You really shouldn’t have done that.”
“Shut up, freak. Didn’t you hear him? No one wanted you to come.”
“You know all about coming, don’t you, Steph?” I taunted her. “You’ll suck off just about anybody. Be careful. Wouldn’t want you to get lockjaw.”
With fury burning in her eyes, she raised a hand to slap me. But this time, instead of just taking the hit, I caught her by the wrist. It was almost too easy. I could hear Bonham’s words whispering in my ear. Jab. Cover your face. Don’t tuck your thumb, Scar. It all came rushing back to me.
Then, I punched the bitch.
My blow landed against her cheekbone and eye with a satisfying crack, causing her to go stumbling back on her stilettos. Before she could recover, I punched her again, and then I slapped her for good measure. There was nothing quite like a good bitch slap. I had to teach myself the technique because any respectable Heir wouldn’t be caught dead slapping their opponent, but I used it on occasion. It was practically a requirement for any good girl fight.
I was on her again before she could land on her ass. Straddling her hips, I used my weight and my superior strength to pin her down, and then I fisted her hair in my hand. She shrieked in pain, her manicured nails trying to claw at my grip, but the adrenaline was pumping into me too much to even phase me. When I saw the blood tinting her professionally whitened teeth, my grin widened.
With a nice grip on her hair, I grabbed her by the jaw, my fingers digging into her cheeks painfully. Her blue eyes went wide, tears dripped down the corners and ruined her makeup that she probably spend two hours doing. I leaned down, my face right up against hers. “This is what happens when you push someone with nothing else to lose,” I said against her lips.
Her lips wobbled as her hips kept moving, trying to throw me off, but I had her right where I wanted