“Deke came over tonight. He, Austin, and Cole had dinner with us. He’s dating your sister.” My mother had told me during a phone call last week.
I tried to brush it off by telling her that I was done with him. I laughed it off that they belonged together. But after I hung up, I cried. I laid in my bed and sobbed. Mainly because of what he did to me. But also because he’s with her. They’ve made it official. They wanted it to get back to me.
After he and the sharks cut me, I sat on my bedroom floor with a bottle of vodka, and I drank the entire thing until the pain subsided and the skin was numb. It hurt like fucking hell. I eventually passed out.
I woke up, knowing I needed a plan. I can’t win him back. That’s long gone. Now I want to kill them both. All the GWS.
“What are you doing here?” Shane demands, coming to stand in front of me.
I don’t answer. He’ll die slow and painfully. He betrayed me! Why didn’t they carve his neck up? Because he has a dick? Or maybe it’s because he has murdered with them. He knows too much about them for them to turn on him.
A brunette I’ve never seen before clings to his side.
“Hi,” she says with a tilt of her head, her high ponytail pulling her hair back tightly. “I’m Brynn.” She introduces herself like I give a fuck.
Her gray eyes twinkle at me. She’s too bubbly. Too fucking annoying. She’s dressed in a pair of skinny jeans with a pair of black heels, and a black and white shirt that hugs her small frame.
I instantly hate her.
She reminds me of myself. Back before the sharks ruined everything I had.
He whispers something in her ear, and she bites her lip before nodding like the good little slave she is. They all have one. Each of them feeds off a helpless, willing victim. Fulfilling their need for sex and blood. He pulls away from her, and she turns, all but bouncing away.
He reaches up and pushes my blond hair behind my ear. I slap his hand away. He lost the right to touch me when he told one of my secrets. I wonder if he knows the other.
What would he do if I told them what I know? What would Deke do if he knew about Bennett? That’s why I went to the clubhouse the other day. To blackmail Bennett. Boy, did that plan backfire on me. They always seem to.
“Becky, you gotta get over it,” he says.
I place my hand on his chest and push him away from me. He backs up, and I jump off the counter, almost tripping over my own heels.
“Whoa.” He reaches out for me, but I shove him away.
“Leave me alone.”
He doesn’t know what it’s like to love someone who you don’t really know. To have that one person betray you in the worst possible way.
None of them do—the GWS. They’re all just a group of spoiled-ass rich boys who have always been allowed to do whatever the fuck they want. In a town of people who either fear them or take payment from their parents to look the other way.
I always thought they were harmless.
Stupid girl.
I, of all people, should know that nothing is what it seems.
I fake a lot of shit. I learned it from my mother. Angelica Lawrence is the perfect model for a broken soul under flawless makeup and a fake-as-shit smile. People will only see what you show them is her motto.
I know I’m a hypocrite.
A liar.
A slut.
I’m what everyone whispers behind my back. I’ve never had any real friends. Not until Austin Lowes came along, and I was even forced into that friendship. But I managed to fuck that one up too.
I thought I could outsmart all of them. Thought I could play them at their own game. Told myself I could keep up with the lies and wouldn’t get caught.
Turns out, I was wrong.
The worst part? Deke has always had a part of me, since the first time he kissed me on a hot and sunny day by the football field of Collins High. After he took my breath away, he gave me his back and walked away. I let him go. Even then, I knew I couldn’t keep him. Not much later, he was standing in front of me again. It didn’t matter that I was unavailable at the time. No one tells Deke Biggs no. He wanted me, and I swore I could use him for popularity. To get into a crowd that could make me more than the spineless bitch I was. I would use him the way he and his friends used others. But I promised myself I would not fall for him like all the dick-whipped girls in our school.