Page 5 of Vile Boys

Until I saw that fucking smile.

No onefuckingsmilesat me.

Especially not after they just witnessed me kill.

And she fuckingsmiles?

My fingers dig into the glass so harshly it breaks underneath their strength, shattering into a million pieces onto my lap.

People look at me like I’ve lost my damn mind.

“Are you okay?” Caleb asks. “Dude?”

But I don’t even care if I’m bleeding.

All I can think about is how I’m going to crush that smile … and destroy that girl.

CRYSTAL

Later that week

In class,I can barely focus on what the teacher’s trying to say. I hear his words, but they go in one ear and out the other, and the words on the board in front of me are a jumbled mess in my mind.

I close my eyes to take a breath, but all I see are those piercing gray eyes staring back at me.

I swallow away the lump in my throat and look at my mobile phone to check the time. I feel like I’m a sitting duck, waiting to be hunted and killed.

I can’t stop thinking about what I saw.

Ares saw me. I know he did.

So why didn’t he confront me?

He didn’t even say a word. Even though I know he must’ve seen my guilt-ridden expression when he brushed that droplet of blood off my face.

It’s almost as if he was … taunting me.

They killed those two men like it meant nothing.

And now I can’t help but wonder … what will those boys do to their only witness?

I scrolldown on my laptop, taking in all the information I can find on those boys. Blaine Navarro’s whole existence revolves around some kind of dojo. Apparently, he’s a black belt and teaches people next to his college studies, but I don’t know what kind of martial arts or what it even means.

Then there’s Caleb Preston, whose father is a successful businessman, but in every photo, Caleb looks miserable. And his mother is nowhere to be seen.

“Hey, what’s up?”

The sudden intrusion makes me slam my laptop closed real quick.

Brooke, my friend from a different sorority, sits down beside me. “Wait, were you looking at someone’s profile?” Her eyes glitter with interest.

“No one in particular. Just some old friends,” I lie.

Her eyes narrow. “Sure.” She places her hand on my shoulder. “You don’t have to lie to me. I recognized Caleb Preston.”

My eyes widen. “Shhh. Don’t say it out loud.”

“Wait, don’t tell me you have a crush on him?” She makes a concerned face.

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