Page 84 of Dare To Break

His body shakes with laughter behind me. “That will teach Travers.”

The second he steps back, I scramble to the left and out of the intimate embrace. “You shouldn’t have done that.”

Glancing up and down the hallway, he herds me toward the exit. “He’s getting exactly what he deserves.”

“I want him to stop picking on me.” I play with the strings on the front of my hoodie, anxiety rising. “This will make him worse.”

“It’s just payback.”

Chapter 54

Eli

“I think you struck a nerve.” Kellan bumps me with his shoulder. We both stare at the badly drawn penis covering the front of my locker.

“It’s bold, I’ll say that much.” I pull out my cell and place a call to on-site maintenance so they can clean it off. Once I’m done, I turn to regard the misshapen dick again. “The proportions are off. I can’t decide whether she can’t fucking draw or has never seen a dick in her life.”

“That’s your takeaway from someone spray painting a dick on your locker?” Kellan snicker. “Only you would judge their artistic talent.”

There are shocked gasps and laughter from the students milling around us as they move along the hallway to their own lockers. I ignore them.

“If you’re trying to send a message, at least put some effort into it. Otherwise, what’s the point? It’s just fucking lazy.”

A familiar laugh sounds behind me, and I turn, one hand flashing out to grip the arm of the girl walking past me. Lacy screeches, and twists to face me. Whatever vitriol she is going to spew dies on her lips when she realizes who’s holding onto her.

“Eli!”

“Tell your roommate I received her message. Loud and clear.”

“M-message?” Her eyes dart past me to where Kellan leans against the lockers, watching. “What message?”

“The one I’m more than happy to respond to.” I jerk my chin toward the spray-painted locker.

Lacy’s eyes widen when she sees the painted dick. “I don’t think … Arabella wouldn’t do that!”

“We both know that’s a lie.” My voice is soft. “But message received. She’s not scared of me.” I smile, and Lacy tries to take a step backward. “But she will be.” I release the cheerleader who doesn’t hang around. She spins and sprints down the hallway.

Kellan is doubled over, laughing hard when I turn to face him. “That … was … priceless,” he gasps between laughs. “Her face … oh my god … I can’t … can’t breathe!”

“You’re so easily entertained.” I look at my locker again. She must have sprayed it after dinner yesterday when I dumped her bag on the table. “What’s our first class today?”

“Math.”

I nod and pull out the burner cell from my bag. Powering it up, it immediately starts buzzing with incoming texts. I haven’t checked it for two weeks. I guess the same can’t be said for Arabella.

I prop my back against my locker and scroll through them. Numerous demands to know who I am. A couple accusing me of not being the person who initially dared her. I laugh at that.

No shit, Sherlock.

The final one is dated less than a week ago, asking if she should return the blindfold and cell.

Toying with my lip ring, I start typing.

Me: Nice job on the dick pic you sent to Eli Travers, but if you’re that hungry for attention, all you had to do was say so. Green or red, Kitten? Do you dare to play again?

I power the cell off and shove it back in my bag.

What are you doing? The question revolves on a loop inside my head as I follow Kellan to math. You decided two weeks ago that you were done, so why the fuck have you reopened contact?

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