Ruthless (Black Mountain Academy) - Mila Crawford Page 0,6
slut?” I asked, before I backed off almost immediately, staring her boldly in the eyes. Shock and disgust twisted her face, but I knew deep down I’d turned her on, the way she squirmed and leaned into me told me as much. Too bad for her I would never touch her.
Her hand came up to slap me then, but I moved quicker and grabbed her wrist.
“Tsk Tsk Tsk. I don’t think Daddy would like picking up his little girl in a holding cell,” I mocked. I could just see her big-shot lawyer dad picking his little girl up at the police station. I was pretty sure she didn’t walk around her father wearing shorts that showed half her ass sticking out, or braless with her shirt so short that it just barely hid her nipples. That was the thing about most of these rich girls; they were so bored with their lives that they’d do anything to feel alive.
“I fucking hate you, Kyler,” she spat, her lips now shaking as embarrassment sobered her up.
“If only that was true,” I snarled.
“It is true! You’re a fucking asshole!” She straightened her back, trying to appear taller to match my six-foot-three frame.
“Good. Then stay the fuck away from me.” I dropped the hand I was holding.
Katie turned and walked away, and the next thing I knew she was joined by her group of mean girls, all of them throwing daggers my way.
“You can’t just say ‘Thanks, but no thanks,’ like a normal person?” Garth shook his head. “I know she’s a piece of shit, but damn dude, you really tore into her.”
“The only way to deal with bullies is to bully them,” I said as I chugged back my beer.
“I know she’s a complete asshole, but dude, calling her a slut was a little harsh.”
“Would it have been better if I’d lied? She is a slut, just like I am an asshole. I thought we were all telling the truth in that moment.”
Garth just shook his head. I was pretty sure some days he woke up and had no idea why he was my friend.
“I am getting out of here.”
“I don’t even know why you come to these things,” Garth said, standing up. “Wanna go get a bite to eat?” He asked, probably worried that I was headed for some sort of destructive shit. I was on a roll tonight.
“Nah, man, I’m just going to go home. Monica and Edward actually set me up in one of the guesthouses. Eddie gave me some shit about how I was going to be a man soon and needed to have my own space. I think he was just sick of seeing me in his perfect fucking house.” I laughed darkly, thinking about what people might say to him after meeting me. The real reason dear old Dad wanted me out of the way was so he didn’t have to look at me--a reminder of the one thing that he’d failed at.
I placed my beer bottle, on the graffiti-laden, beige coffee table, gave Garth a salute and headed through the crammed crowd of drunks and out the door.
Once outside, I zipped up my black leather jacket and climbed onto my Harley, the familiar hum when I started the engine vibrating my tense muscles into submission. I remembered back to the first time I’d gotten my bike. Sixteen and spiraling, and my dad’s way of making things better was to buy me anything that I wanted...and I wanted a Harley V-ROD. It was the only time in my life I was glad that my father liked to throw money at things in the hope they’d go away.
“Hi, Kyler!” A group of girls said as they stumbled drunkenly towards me. I pretended I didn’t see them, revving my bike and watching as they jumped out of the way as I drove by, leaving the lemmings in the dust.
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“There is, I believe, in every disposition a tendency to some particular evil, a natural defect, which not even the best education can overcome."
"And your defect is a propensity to hate everybody."
"And yours," he replied with a smile, "is wilfully to misunderstand them.” ― Jane Austen, Pride and Prejudice
Madison
“Thanks for doing the dishes, kiddo.” Mom hung up her cell phone. From the moment we’d gotten here, it felt like all Mom was doing was answering that phone.
“For a housewife, she seems to have a lot of things to do. We’ve been here for three weeks and all you’ve done is work,”