Page 83 of Dare To Break

“I’m not hungry anymore.” I take the bag from Jace and grab a bunch of napkins. Dipping it into my glass of water, I rub it across the stain on the bottom, but it only makes it worse.

Jace hands me another napkin. “I think it’s ruined.”

I blink rapidly and try to stop the tears that threaten to fall. “That bag was a birthday present from my best friend.”

“Maybe you could get it dry-cleaned.” Evan takes another bite of pasta.

I abandon my dabbing and push my chair back. “I think I’m done with lunch.”

Not waiting for either of them to reply, I aim for the doors and don’t stop until I’m outside in the fresh air.

Eli Travers can burn for all I care.

He’s nothing but a spoiled, hateful brat.

I hate him.

“Bella, wait up.”

Swinging around at Jace’s call, I tighten my grip on the bag. “What?”

His expression darkens. “Do you want to get back at Eli for what he did?”

I throw a glance back at the cafeteria and shift restlessly on the spot. “What do you mean?”

“I’ll show you.”

He doesn’t say another word as I follow him. By the time we hit the empty hallway where all the seniors’ lockers are, I’m starting to wonder if whatever he’s planning is a good idea.

He opens his own, reaches inside and pulls something out. “Here.”

I gape down at the spray can he shoves into my hand. “Where did you get this?”

“Art room.”

“What am I supposed to do with it?”

He nudges his chin to our left. “Spray on his locker.”

My mouth goes dry. “You want me to graffiti it?”

Grabbing my hand, he tugs me along the hallway until we reach Eli’s locker and maneuvers me into position in front of it. “We need to be quick.”

I’m still clutching the can, uncertainty holding me still. Jace moves up behind me until I can feel the warmth of his front pressing into my back.

“What are you waiting for?” He grips my waist with one hand, fingers digging into my side. “Come on, Bella. Do it before a teacher walks by. They won’t be in the cafeteria for long.”

Something dark and dangerous flows through me. A tiny slither of rebellion, but it doesn’t feel the same as when I do the dares. I’m not sure I like it.

“This doesn’t feel like a good idea.”

Jace shifts his hips against my ass. “Eli embarrassed you in front of everyone in the cafeteria. Are you going to let him get away with that?”

Heat burns through my cheeks. “But if anyone finds out—”

His fingers tighten on my hip. “No one will find out. I’ll take the can back to the art room when we’re done.”

When I don’t reply, he wraps his fingers around mine, and he brings my arm up. He presses down on the can’s nozzle, and a stream of paint sprays out. The shape of a penis takes form in a white outline on the surface of the metal.

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