Page 8 of Twisted Hunger

The bitter laugh that comes forward can't be helped. "Fucking perfect. Now, I'm a complete nobody. I'm not good enough to tell until you're walking out the door. Un-fucking-believable…” I head toward the stairs.

"Watch your mouth, Ryan!" Mommy Dearest tries lecturing me, which only makes me laugh harder.

"You can't lecture me like I'm your daughter when you don't act like I am any other time,Lacey!" I call her by her real name and then look at Bain.

I'm about to make a snide remark, but those dark eyes bore into mine. It's not in a bad way…I don't think. It's hard to decipher the look he's giving me. There seems to be heat within them, but I must be wrong…it has to be anger towards my attitude…right?

"Uh, have a nice trip, Bain." That's all I can say before running to my room and slamming the door behind me.

I'm breathing heavily as I stand with my back to the door. I'm confused about how I'm feeling right now. Those piercing dark eyes felt like he was looking into my dark soul. I felt something. I'm not sure what that was, but it has me in the state I'm in right now.

I pull my phone out and send a text to Brock…

ME: What are you doing?

I toss my phone on the bed and go into my connecting bathroom. By the time I come back out, a text from Brock awaits.

B: Going to a party. Wanna be my plus one?

He asks with a winky face emoji at the end. I roll my eyes and smile…

ME: Do I have to dress like a girl?

B: You don't have to come dressed at all.

B: JK…your everyday clothes are fine, Ry.

ME: Awesome.

B: Pick you up in ten minutes.

ME: I'll be ready.

I hurry back into my bathroom and freshen up a bit before grabbing my cell and bolting from my room. Thankfully, my mother and Bain are already gone when I come downstairs, so I don't have to deal with my mother's lecture again. I have enough time to grab a banana before hearing Brock's car horn in the driveway.

Locking the front door, I practically run to Brock's car. It's not the prettiest car, but his little Toyota gets him from point A to Point B, and that's all that matters. I fall into the passenger seat and smile at him. Brock always improves my days, and he doesn't even know it. I wish I could be more to him because he is a good guy, but there is no attraction, not like what he wants anyway.

"So, where's this party?" I ask as I peel my banana.

"Are you seriously going to tease me by eating a fucking banana in my car?" He lifts a brow but keeps his eyes on the road.

"Why are guys so jealous over a banana…or an ice cream cone? You all get hard when you see a girl eating either," I chuckle and shake my head.

"Because we are a bunch of pervs and have sex on the brain twenty-four seven. Don't let anybody tell you any different," my friend states with a smirk.

"I'm so glad you can be open and honest with me," I chuckle. "You still haven't told me where we are going."

"It's Lance's party. He needs some product…" Brock doesn't dare look at me because he already knows I'm glaring at him.

Lance Cappel and I are like oil and vinegar; we don't mix well, and Brock knows this. The guy graduated high school last year but still tries acting like a high schooler. He throws these parties and invites the juniors and seniors. Hopefully, this is different from those parties because it's a Monday. I don't want to deal with any of my schoolmates outside of school.

"I'm sorry, Ry. I knew that if I told you then you wouldn't come with me. I need you with me, so I have an excuse to leave early." Brock sticks his bottom lip out and tries giving me his puppy dog look.

"So, you're using me?" I act hurt.

“No…I mean…”

I burst out laughing. "Calm down, Brock. I forgive you, but don't ever do this again. And if he starts in on me, we are leaving right away. I don't care what excuse you use."

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