Page 83 of Explosive Prejudice

Neglected him? What the hell?

“You know, I wouldn’t have punished you this hard if it weren’t for that despicable boy. I wish I could expel him, trust me, but my hands are tied. You know who his father is, don’t you?”

My heart stopped as my body turned cold.

Was that what they were doing? Fucking and then talking shit about me? Feeling sick from anger, I threw the food on the ground and ran away from there like some loser.

I was fucking embarrassed with myself for ever wanting that idiot and humiliated for acting like one. There I was, trying to treat him right and with respect while he was messing around with the school principal. Talk about double standards. Being with me was a problem, but fucking a fifty-something cunt wasn’t?

I wanted to kill him, but first, I would start with the bitch.

Diesel

After saving the selfie Shay-Lee had sent me into a private folder, I pocketed my phone and looked at the finished wall. All I had left to do now was pack up the tools, put them away in the storage closet, clean up because I had paint smeared all over me, and then Shay-Lee and I would be free to eat. Maybe it would be better to take him somewhere else, like the shore? It would be nice eating there.

I was so lost in thought about Shay-Lee as I gathered the tools to put away that I didn’t notice anyone approaching. I froze, reaching for a paintbrush on the ground, when I saw a red stiletto heel stepping way too close to my fingers.

Glancing up, I saw Mrs. Morrison, looking extremely pleased with herself. Great, and here I thought I would have a nice evening with Shay-Lee.

The last time we fooled around was back in her office when she sucked me off after telling Shay-Lee he was free to go. The repulsive memory made me want to barf. It was beyond me how she hadn’t realized that I held zero interest in her. If she had, she wouldn’t be here, wearing a skirt that was way too short while trying to show off her long legs. She rambled for a bit, spitting some crap that was supposed to be seductive. I grunted my answers, trying to make my lack of interest clear, when she suddenly said something that caught my attention.

“What do you mean?” I asked, my fists clenched after she just brought up Shay-Lee’s name.

“Trust me when I tell you that no one on the school board is interested in that damaged juvenile.” She examined her manicured nails with a dismissive and bored expression. “But the school benefits from having him. After all, it’s not every day the only son of Christian W. Rogers is a student here, right?” Her red lips curved into a greedy smile. “The money that boy brings… Trust me, it’s enough to build ten more schools. And don’t even get me started on the publicity. He actually dated my niece, Chloe, for a while. You probably know her. She’s also a senior. Thank God it ended. I had been worried the whole time they dated.”

Yeah, I knew her niece. I bet being a bitch ran strong in their family. Back when school started, her niece wasted no time before sucking my cock with her friend. She thought it would piss off Shay-Lee, and it did, only for other reasons. He didn’t care about her but about me, a mutt from the streets who had the audacity to put up a fight with him. He was mad because unlike the others, I wasn’t afraid of him. From the beginning, he and I were the only players in our sick game, trying to hunt each other down from the get-go.

Life was fucking ironic.

“Anyway, thanks to her, I can confirm that he’s a lost cause. What a shame. Such a pretty boy but absolutely damaged.” She grinned as if Shay-Lee being hurt was funny. “His dad should lock him up in an asylum if you ask me.”

That’s it. That’s the last fucking straw.

“Good thing I didn’t.”

The hostility in my voice caught her off guard, and she blinked her eyes at me. “What?”

I pulled the cig I had tucked behind my ear, placed it between my lips, and lit it. “I didn’t ask you.” I blew the smoke in her plastic face, then took another long drag to calm down my nerves.

“My mamá always taught me to be respectful of women. To really appreciate them, you know?” I took another deep drag, the nicotine spreading through my body. “I’m a good kid, so I listen to my mamá. I respect her.” My voice turned low and dangerous. “But if you open your mouth about him one more time, I’m going to have to disappoint her so much that she’ll turn in her fucking grave.” I tossed the cig on the ground and stomped on it with my shoe while locking eyes with Mrs. Morrison. “So shut your mouth and get the fuck out of my face, puta.”

Her expression reminded me of a blow-up sex doll, and if I weren’t so pissed, I would’ve laughed.

When she finally found her words, she snapped. “How dare you? I could expel you.”

I rubbed my jaw, amused. “Be my guest, but remember all those times you spread your legs and begged for me to fuck your dry cunt?”

She paused, jaw dropped. I took great pleasure in shocking her.

“Yeah, doll. I made sure to keep some evidence. Before you flatter yourself, it’s not because I was interested in reliving those boring fucks. I was disgusted each time.” I visibly shuddered because knowing I’d ever touched this despicable human sickened me. “I would like to give you another piece of advice for you and your niece. Respectfully, of course. Learn to keep your fucking mouth shut.”

She turned on her heels in a huff and walked away at the speed of light. It wasn’t about her being a woman and me being a man. It was about her not being a decent human being.

She used her authority in such a vile way, going around and spitting shit about one of her students? Who the fuck did she think she was?

Just imagining what she might have told others about Shay-Lee heated my blood. Entitled people like her only proved to me how different Shay-Lee was. Yes, he was an arrogant, crazy son of a bitch who did bad things, but his heart was fucking pure. Broken but pure. When he fucked up, and so help me God did he fuck up a lot, he did it out of pain and fear. A direct result of living life in the shadows of monsters. Not that it justified things, but after being hurt for his entire life, he didn’t know how to function without destroying shit that got in the way, but he was trying to do better. I knew he was. I saw it. Fucking lived it.

Speaking of the kitten, where was he? Checking my phone, I saw it had been almost twenty minutes since we texted. When I tried to call him, I was sent straight to voicemail. What the fuck?

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