her, and I wasn’t about to give that up. Months of her tormenting me led up to this. As soon as my guys tossed me away, she swooped right in to claim them. She liked to write “Trash Whore” on my locker, and constantly tagged me in pictures of trash on social media.
Just when I was about to land a nice nipple punch and claw her contoured face with my nails, someone wrenched me up and threw me backwards. I landed hard against the wall, but I was up and on my feet in a second, sans heels.
When I whirled around to see who’d touched me, I saw all four of the guys standing in front of the huddled crowd, with Rogue Kelly right in the forefront. One look in his eyes, and I saw nothing but pure hatred.
No one helped Stephanie up, so she scrambled to her feet on her own and stumbled over to Godfrey and Bonham. Her whimpers were like music to my ears. Of course, Godfrey slung an arm over her shoulder, letting her face be buried into his chest. When my eyes flashed with fury, he just smirked. Typical.
Fuck. That.
I lunged for the first asshole I could get my hands on.
Rogue.
I pounded my fists on his chest, shocking everyone around us. Some kids in the crowd laughed at my display, but I was too lost in my anger to give them the satisfaction of stopping now. I kicked, scratched, and clawed my way out of the pain in my chest. I wanted to hurt Rogue Kelly as much as he’d hurt me. My direction had no aim, no purpose. My anger was a living breathing thing, and it wanted to break the man at the end of my fist.
Arms wrapped around me, yanking me off his body, but still I fought. I didn’t care anymore. I had nothing to lose. “Hold her still!” Rogue yelled, while wiping the corner of his mouth. Was that blood on his lip? A thrill of pride went through me. I had made him bleed. I wanted more.
I looked down at the arms covering me and noticed Bonham’s rolex. So he was who swooped in to save poor Rogue? Perfect. Lifting my knee up, I slammed my foot back, kicking him in the shin with a satisfying crunch, and damn it felt good. He let go of me with a sharp grunt, and I pulled myself away with one last manic jolt, putting distance between us.
Nobody moved. Even the music was cut off. I stared there, a wild flare licking at my senses as I steadied my breathing. Bonham was hunched over and rubbing his leg. Rogue was staring at me like I had two heads. Oh shit. What have I done?
For a moment, everyone waited to see what Rogue and the others would do to me. I stood in the center of the circle, chest heaving with breath as the adrenaline from our fight started to fade. And even though I somewhat feared the repercussions, the urge to do more destruction coursed through me. It wasn’t enough. I wanted them all to bleed. Rogue watched me in silent disbelief, likely debating on what to do with me. “Oh, you’re dead now,” Godfrey, who had watched the entire spectacle in amusement, said with a chuckle as Stephanie nuzzled closer between him and Bonham.
In a flash, Rogue’s face neutralized, the only evidence of our fight displayed in the redness of his jaw. His cold, hard brown eyes travelled up my body with boredom and his signature sneer. He used to only use that sneer on others. Never me. But now, it was the only look I ever got. I wanted to hate him. I’d never wanted anything so badly in my entire life. The fact that Bonham, Rogue, Luis, and Godfrey had ruined me so much that I couldn’t even hate them said something about the kind of fucked up I was.
Rogue stood tall and proud, hands in the pockets of his dark designer jeans like he didn’t have a care in the world—like I didn’t just flail my body at him like a mad woman. He was wearing a short-sleeved plain gray V-neck tee, dipping just enough to give a peek at the intricate, black tattoos that travelled from his chest to his arms. His hair was disheveled like always, falling to the side with that effortless perfection he always managed, but the blood on his lip? That was managed