Page 74 of Obsession

“There’s a lot wrong with me. Want me to show you some?” I growled and was about to grab her hair when I felt two strong arms stopping me. Arms I already knew.

“Katherine, what are you doing?” Harris’s strong voice vibrated through my veins.

Suddenly, I remembered him.

“Get your hands off me. How could you do that to Zac? He was trying to protect me,” I shouted, turning to face him, and freeing myself from his grip.

“You didn’t need his protection,” his voice was low so as not to be heard by the people around us.

No one wanted to go to lunch anymore.

Wasn’t he the one who wanted attention? I was on the verge of giving it to him.

“Oh, but I needed yours?! The demon savior,” I taunted him, but he didn’t answer as his lips pressed together.

“What’s going on?” the same voice that had stopped me earlier spoke up. The principal appeared next to us, along with the coach. “Miss Wrise, this is supposed to be practice.”

Amber and I both looked at her, but then I realized she was talking to her. Fucking name.

“I’m sorry, but as you can see, some people have no business being here; they are just getting in the way,” the blonde replied, giving me a hateful look.

I felt my anger grow as Harris’ arm wrapped around my waist and held me in place. He probably knew that the drugs were the cause of my behavior. So, once again, it was all his fault. I was acting like a drunk in the mood for a fight.

“Well, let’s see if there’s enough room on this team for two Wrises! Show us what you’ve got, Katherine,” the principal demanded.

I freed myself from Harris’s grip and walked with purposeful steps until I was standing in front of Amber. I probably looked demonic because I noticed the fear that crossed her face when I stopped.

I gave her a challenging look; this was my chance to get off this stupid team, but I would not in a million years make a fool of myself in front of that idiot and the whole school. My pride and the adrenaline the drugs gave me were too much, and I was about to make sure that bitch would swallow her tongue because she’d been asking for it ever since she’d put me on top of a pyramid while I could barely stand.

Demonic energy coursed through my veins.

I took a deep breath, pushed my chest forward and straightened my spine, then stamped my feet on the grass in a sprint. I jumped into a handstand, bent my body in the air and threw myself as high as I could. I repeated the flip a few times, but that was the easy part, any self-respecting cheerleader could do it, but I could do something I was sure many of them couldn’t.

Out of the last flip, I landed straight in the splits.

I gritted my teeth. I hadn’t done it for a long time and my body didn’t like the adrenaline rush, but I managed. My heart ached at the memory of being able to do something like this a few months before without feeling a thing. There were much more complicated moves, like aerial pirouettes, those were a real challenge, but I’d bragged enough.

I smiled a winning smile and waved to everyone. Some even clapped enthusiastically. Amber was boiling, and Harris was smiling like he was… proud.

Oh, don’t even think about it. I’m not done with you yet.

I rose from the grass; glad my jeans hadn’t ripped because of the stretch. The only way those people hadn’t seen me was with my butt on display.

The principal had a far too satisfied grin on her face.

“You said she doesn’t belong, Amber? I think I should replace you with her,” she turned to the blonde, but got no response.

Amber was white and red at the same time. “Go back to training without further incident,” she demanded and walked away from us, her heels digging into the grass and throwing her off balance.

“I’m not done with you yet,” I turned to Amber, planning to deal with Harris later.

“What’s your problem, freak?” Her hostility was obvious, and I was beginning to hate the nickname she’d given me. “Get this through your thick skull, Harris is mine!”

I looked at her for a few seconds, then burst out laughing hysterically.

“You think that’s my problem? No, silly, you can keep your stalker. In fact, I’d be grateful if you could get him to stop chasing me; he’s starting to get on my nerves,” The defiance in my tone shook the whole field.

Slowly, I turned my gaze to Harris and noticed his face glowing red with anger and his veins on his forehead and neck standing out. Oh wait, he was turning purple. God, those veins looked so good on his neck.

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