Dinner with the English family was surprisingly laidback. It’s easy to see the girls adore their father. I like the guy, but since Roan hasn’t completely forgiven him for what he did to Hollis, I can’t show it. Garrett may have fucked his family over when he lost his shit over Hollis being gay, but I think he truly feels remorse. He moved across country to be near them and basically dedicates every free second of his time to seeing his kids. Yeah, Garrett’s okay in my book.
My phone buzzes, distracting me from my thoughts.
Some Douchebag: I can get a keg for Campfire Chaos, bro.
I crack my neck as I reply back.
Me: Find some other place to party. Campfire Chaos is indefinitely canceled.
He sends me a bunch of crying emojis. Fucking loser.
Me: Lose my number.
The douchebag sends me a thumbs-up. I wish I knew who it was so I could break his thumbs. Whoever created the thumbs-up emoji was a fucking asshole. No one uses it in a happy way. It’s always a smartass, passive aggressive “fuck you.”
I send him a picture of my middle finger. The real one. No fucking emoji. Then, I block his reject ass.
I’m annoyed, but then, like always lately, my mind drifts back to Charlotte. I’d wanted to steal her and fuck her in the restaurant bathroom tonight but settled for just fucking with her in general. The girl didn’t cower or balk when I’d give her shit. Instead, she laughed and even punched my arm a few times.
It was…nice.
Warmth curls in my belly as I think about her. Supple, pink lips. Bright, fierce blue eyes. A cute little nose with a dash of freckles. I’m totally fucked with this girl.
Which is why I’m sitting in front of Wes motherfucking Ewing’s house like a stalker. This afternoon, he pushed me too far. I gave my warning for him to stay away from her and he ignored it. I’d heard the pathetic way he tried to get her to go on a date with him. Fucking pervert. I’d put off my plans to terrorize him because everything that happened with Terrence derailed them, but my focus is back on Ewing.
I’m going to expose him for the sicko he is.
The living room light goes out and then a few seconds later another light turns on somewhere else in his house. The light is dimmer and blue. I fling open my truck door and hop out, barely clicking the door closed behind me. Stealthily, I stalk across the street into his yard. I prowl over to the window and peek between the slats of the blinds.
Nasty ass.
The fucker is sitting at a desk, his back to the window, his right hand moving as he rubs on himself. He clicks through several images of shit on his computer that I don’t want to even see because one glance tells me they’re way too young. The pervert settles on a girl with dark hair, reminding me of Roux when she was in middle school. Gritting my teeth to keep from throwing my phone through his window, I instead swipe it open and turn it to video mode. I take a video, looking elsewhere as he beats off. His groans can be heard through the window, making me cringe. When he finishes, I walk away slowly, sweeping the camera to look at his house. I make it to his mailbox, zooming in on the address.
“Wes Ewing beats off to kids,” I spit out. “This is motherfucking evidence. Destroy it once you put his ass in jail.”
I send the video to an email for safekeeping and then destroy the shit so I don’t accidentally ever see it again. Once I climb into my truck, I turn the engine over, squeal my tires as I make a U-turn in the middle of the street, and then mow down his mailbox.
I’d rather run over him, but this is satisfying enough for now.
Charlotte
“Are you fucking Cal?” Tierra asks, her black, sculpted brow arched high on her forehead.
I choke on a piece of lettuce. “W-What? No.”
Her eyes roll hard, making her long, ebony lashes flutter.
“I’m not lying,” I say, hating that I sound defensive. “Seriously.”
I’m not telling her we’ve shared a few kisses and I gave him a blow job with my dad in the next room.
“Honey, you are blushing,” she crows, cackling. “Your face is on fire.”
“Oh my God,” I groan. “You’re such a bitch. We haven’t fucked.”
“Yet.” She grins. “It’s inevitable, isn’t it?”
I curl my lip up at her, which makes her laugh harder. She’s bubbly and loud I’ve learned this week. A total opposite to Penny’s broody, snarky self. It’s amazing they’ve become friends.
“Didn’t know the whores were having a party,” Paxton says, dropping onto the seat beside me. He slings an arm over my shoulder. “How come I wasn’t invited? I’ve never fucked a black girl before.”
Tierra scoffs. “And you’re not ever going to get to either.”
“You’re not the only black bitch around here,” he grunts out, irritated at her blatant refusal.
“Because I am the black bitch around here, boy. Move on before we sic our girl on you. She eats pussy boys for breakfast.” Tierra smirks at him. “T-T-Today, Junior.”
Penny arrives, knocking Paxton’s ball cap off his head. “Hey, Pax, the nurse is looking for you. She said those warts on your dick are contagious. Better go get some cream.”
Several students nearby snigger.
He stands, towering over Penny’s shrimpy self. Pax may play football and be buff as hell, but Penny has more attitude than the football players and cheerleaders combined. His size and height do nothing to intimidate her.
“You think you’re tough shit, bitch,” Paxton growls.
“Is there a problem here?” Mr. Ewing asks, approaching our table.
“Yeah. It’s six feet tall and has crabs,” Penny offers. “That’s the problem here.”
Mr. Ewing grimaces at her words. “Both of you. To the office.”
“I’ll see myself,” Penny sasses. “I have
