Page 46 of Fighting the Odds

He glares at me with rage, clenching his jaw, keeping his hands fisted tightly. .

Interesting. If it’s a fight he wants, that’s what he’ll get.

He blows out a deep breath before raking his fingers through his hair.

“Look, I’ve been wanting to talk to you. I don’t like how you and the rest of this school treat Sierra. What you did to her and Sam by calling CPS was wrong.”

What the fuck?

“Since when have you had a change of heart? Aren’t you my friend? What the fuck do you care about her for?”

“Because it’s wrong, Wes. You and this whole school act like several notches below shit, and for what? Any time I ask what she did, you avoid answering by just giving some broad reason. Tell me what she did to you, because all I see is a really nice girl who’s bullied on a regular basis. Hell, you even had me doing it. I’m not that person and I hate that I allowed you to let me become someone I despise.”

I’m trying really hard not to punch him in the face. Since when do I have to justify why I hate her? He should be on my side, not that cunt of a bitch.

“Fine, you want to know why? I’ll do one better. I’ll show you why I hate her and every other fucking slut in this town. You’re going out with me tomorrow night. I’ll pick you up at about nine fifteen. Be dressed in something not like what you’re wearing. In fact, I’ll text you a picture of what I’m wearing so you can mimic it.” I wave my hand up and down his body as he stares at me, eyebrow raised.

“See, this is what I’m talking about, Wes! Why do I have to go out with you? Why can’t you just tell me? What’s so hard about that?”

“If you want to know, and I mean know everything, then be ready. Now we got books to put away.” I turn and head to the back of the library where the boxes are located. Mrs. Pearl had last period's library assistants put them there for me. Isn’t she just a gem. I roll my eyes and shake my head.

Once Colt finally joins me, I explain what needs to be done, and he nods. He doesn’t say much for the rest of the period, just shelving books in the appropriate spots.

I keep catching him glancing at me with anger. But after tomorrow, he’ll be singing a different tune. Once he hears what Sierra did to me, to my family. Then see what this new bitch is doing. He’ll realize what whores turn into—fucking low grade strippers. It’s what Sierra has in store for her in the future.

Sierra Jones will never be happy! I’ll make sure of it.

Colton

I wish I could smack the smug look he’s been wearing the whole time off his face. He thinks he’s going to change my mind. I should’ve known when I got called out of class and my teacher told me to take the test with me, nothing good was going to come of it.

Wesley fucking Johnson!

I’ve been doing a good job of avoiding him, thanks to my brothers, until now. Even though Sierra hasn’t responded to my messages, she sent back a video for Sam, so I know she read them.

I didn’t watch it, even though I wanted to. Last night, Zander sent Sam’s video. I fought the urge to ask if she replied to him or just returned a video for Sam. I’m not sure I want to know, really. To find out she talked to him would kill me. I understand why she doesn’t want to talk to me, but it still hurts. I just hope she forgives me, eventually.

Wes talks the whole time about everything under the fucking sun. Like I give a shit who he fucked the other night or how Savannah’s a fucking leach, fucking butting in any time he talks to another girl.

I grit my teeth, fighting the urge to rip him a new asshole. I’m still debating on if I should go with him tomorrow or if I even want to. I know what my brothers are going to say when I tell them. No, absolutely not. I don’t have to read minds to know that. .

But a part of me craves to know the reason, so I can put it all to rest. If she did do something, it still wouldn’t change my mind. I’m making my own decision about her based on what I know of her now.

And Sierra Jones is a good person. Point blank period.

The bell finally rings, vibrating off the walls of the library. I’ve never been more ready to get the hell out of this school.

I slide the book in my hand onto the shelf where it belongs and walk away, not saying anything.

“Colt!” When I hear my name, I stop and glance over my shoulder at him. Just hearing his voice pisses me off. “So what’s it going to be? Are you going to come with me and get the answers you want so you can see the truth of who she is, or are you going to become just as much of an outcast as she is?”

Fuck. I’m damned if I do and damned if I don’t. I couldn’t care less if Wes gets mad at me. I’m torn though, I don’t know what I should do. What I really want to do is tell him to go fuck himself, but that will just start a war.

I open my mouth, but quickly clamp it shut.

“I’ll let you know,” I finally tell him, before taking long strides across the library to grab my bookbag. .

“Don’t let me down, Colt,” he hollers behind me, but I don’t stop or turn around. I need to get the hell away from him.

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