Page 40 of Falling in Reverse

“My dad likes me,” I snide back, flicking my focus back to her. “Where’s yours?”

“Working.”

“He won’t be soon when the cops call him up.” She tears her eyes from me, and they’re so pretty. I like them. I just wish I liked her. But she looks sad, especially after I mentioned her father, and now I feel slightly bad. “Does she hurt you?”

“No.”

“Then why do you have scratch marks on your neck?”

She blushes a deep shade of red along her cheeks and straightens her spine. I have a feeling she handles a lot of hard stuff at home on her own. “You ask a lot of questions.”

“Just need to know more about my new best friend.”

She snaps her neck back as though she’s about to hit me again. “We’re not best friends.”

I match her expression. She needs someone to keep her in line.“We are what I say we are.”

“Wanna bet?”

“Yeah.”

The girl holds my stare with a glower. “We’re never gonna be friends. In fact, we’re always going to be enemies.”

“You.” The word that she’s already said before seems to barely leave her throat this time, almost inaudible as she stares right back at me with those striking blues that never faded.

And she was right.

We did remain enemies. Just one she didn’t realize she still had until now.

“Me.”

Her nostrils flare and she’s even more glorious now when she’s pissed. “You motherfuck?—”

“Watch your mouth, Little Terror.” The corner of my lips hoists because getting under her skin… shit’s easy. “You lost big time when you tried to fuck with me and only me.”

Maybe it’s Torin who’s been getting me fucked up lately. Because when it’s just her and I, she’s already lost.

“You took my fucking shoe.”

I roll my eyes like I did a million times that night. “Let’s focus on the task at hand here and how you being a little bitch isn’t relevant anymore.”

She’s silent, and it’s actually unsettling for a few moments before she mutters, “What do you want?”

“What are you doing here?”

She lifts her shoulder dismissively. “Sellin’ pills to privileged college students.”

“With Levi Wallace.”

Bay quirks a brow at me. “And?”

“The Levi Wallace?” Reeve repeats, crossing his arms along his chest. “Is this the chick who’s gotten away from you guys twice?”

My blood immediately boils because, yes.

Yes, she fucking is.

Meanwhile, Bay steers her attention over to said asshole who just had to bring it up. “I like you. What was your name again?”

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