Page 39 of Vile Boys

Defenseless.

Scared.

So I can punish her for showing up to that same goddamn café I was at with my dad.

Was it a coincidence?

I could’ve sworn I saw a few blond hairs disappearing behind a wall the second I ended my conversation with Blaine. But when I went to look, no one was there.

Was it all my imagination?

I take another bite and finish up the sticks until nothing is left. But I’m still hungry as hell, so I continue to my little bowl of pudding, scooping up some of the strawberry whipped cream and dipping it into my mouth.

My favorite.

When I take a lick, she briefly looks my way and finds my eyes hidden underneath my black hoodie.

I roll my tongue around the spoon without looking away. Her eyes are almost glued to my mouth as I slowly push the spoon filled with cream inside and swallow.

She swallows too.

Does she know I was the one who stained her window?

God, I wish I could’ve seen her face when she discovered it.

A tainted smile makes its way onto my lips.

Is she even aware of what she’s unleashed?

She picks up her half-finished food tray and walks to the bin, putting it in the trash before making off to the hallways. I immediately jump up and go for the pursuit.

Adrenaline races through my veins as I make my way through the doors and see her disappear down a hallway to the left. I follow her around the corner, and the moment she glances at me over her shoulder, I know I’ve gotten her right where I want her.

Her pupils dilate, and she makes off to the right, her paceincreasing. But I’m prepared for a chase.

She runs up the staircase, and so do I, until we reach the top level, and there’s nowhere for her to run except toward the dean’s office.

Slowly, I stalk up the staircase so she doesn’t try to bolt again.

She drops her bag and turns around to face me. “What do you want from me?”

If only she knew …

We’re about to devour her whole.

Crystal

A guyin a black hoodie and gray sweatpants slowly walks up the stairs, each step thudding as hard as my heart until he’s at the top. My body instinctively leans away from him as he towers over me, his hands moving to his hoodie to lower it, tattoos peeking out. Underneath, a familiar set of hazel eyes bore a hole into my chest. His dark blond hair falls over his strikingly handsome, square face, but something about the upside-down cross dangling from his ear makes me swallow away the lump in my throat.

Shit. I should really have taken a different turn when I ran upstairs to avoid him.

“What were you doing at that café?” he asks, his voice gruff and hazy like he’s been smoking.

“The same as you,” I reply staunchly.

His jaw flexes, and he rolls his eyes, almost like he already knows why I was there but just wants to hear me say it out loud. “Okay … Why were you at our party?”

I hate being interrogated like I did something wrong. “To dance. Why else?”

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