Page 202 of Forbidden Lessons

I knew it was him.

Okay, I…hoped it was him. Fantasized it was him.

But that’s gotta count for something right?

I shove Ezra’s arm off my shoulders. “Melissa,” I manage through clenching teeth.

“What’s that? Youdofeel good? Yeah, of course you do. Everyone does. Even trailer trash little bitches like you. ‘Cos you know that’s what you are, right?” He chuckles, and the sound makes my skin crawl.

What is he doing? Taking me on a tour of the dance floor?

Is he trying to make Melissa jealous or something?

It’s not like we were ever on speaking terms.

I know what he did to Kai back when we were kids. I saw the marks. Kai would never snitch, but his eyes did all the talking back then.

Guess they still do.

Fuck, his eyes were so…so…God, he was angry back there.

And it’s so messed up, because I swear I thought he was going to kiss me. I was silently begging him to.

That was when I was still imagining it was him, of course.

Should have known.

Who else would know my body like that? Exactly where to caress, where to stroke, where to?—

God, I’m so horny again. What was in that Gatorade bottle?

My eyes latch onto the DJ. And that’s a bad thing, because he’s hot. Not as hot as Kai, obviously, but still…the way he’s dancing is giving me a clit boner.

Or maybe I still have one from what Kai just did to me.

Did I actually come?

A thump goes through my body, and my eyes fly open. When did I close them?

I’m staring at the crowd.

Why? How?

I turn my head. I’m on the stage, close to the DJ box. There’s no music.

But why?

My body is electric. Pulsing with current. Mimicking the thunder-wreathed clouds above.

It’s raining.

My hair is wet.

What’s happening?

“…Haven Lee!”

I turn at the sound of my name, and see Ezra nearby. Holding a microphone.

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