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One thing was certain, though.

I couldn’t wait to see him again.

CHAPTER THREE

Ashton

Willyecho - Monster

First period was a fucking shit show. My hands were balled at my sides as I made my way to my second class, pure hatred searing through me. That stupid fucking bitch had the audacity to look at me like I’d never meant a damn thing to her. But what else had I really expected? She was a whore. I was a fool for not realizing it sooner. I’d never meant anything to her. If I had, she wouldn’t have done what she did. She wouldn’t have ripped out my heart and stomped on it.

I was going to enjoy returning that fucking sentiment. Tearing her to shreds, making her feel like she was nothing. I didn’t transfer here because I knew she was here. Hell, I figured she’d left the state like she always used to talk about when we were teenagers. Seeing her hurry into the classroom had my heart stuttering in my chest, teleporting me back to that fateful afternoon. It only reminded me of how deeply I still hated her. For a while, I thought I’d let that go. But evidently not.

My hands drifted through my black hair, burrowing into the strands.

Everyone had a first love. Most of the time the relationship didn’t work out. I knew that, but she had been my obsession, the reason I lived and breathed. She waseverythingto me, until she was nothing. Out of all the girls that went to school with us, I didn’t think she’d be the one to get under my skin the way she had, to weasel her way into my heart so effectively, only to slice through it when something bad happened in her life. She threw me away like I was nothing.

I blew out a frustrated breath and slipped into my second class, finding a spot near the back. Students trickled in, filling up the remainder of the seats.

My economics professor did something similar to what Professor Whitlock had done. Forcing us to introduce ourselves to the class like anyone actually gave a shit. My foot tapped impatiently beneath the table, anticipation driving through me. I just wanted this day to fucking end so I could go home. Maybe I’d hit up a bar, sink into a pretty pink pussy, and get so drunk I couldn’t remember my name.

The guy beside me turned, his eyes assessing the side of my face for a moment. “You were at soccer tryouts,” he pointed out with interest. His blonde hair swooped across his forehead. I turned to give him a better look. My eyes danced over his light pink button-down shirt paired with black slacks. He looked like a preppy douche.

“You don’t say,” I retorted dryly.

He swallowed, thrown off by my hostility. But I wasn’t here to make friends with someone who looked like he clipped plants for a living while smiling at the neighbors, kissing his pregnant wife who volunteered at all of the school functions, and prancing off to the country club on weekends.

“I’m Lucas,” he continued with hesitancy. “I just noticed that I hadn’t seen you around. Was going to offer you a tour, but?—”

I wanted to laugh.Lucas. Was this dude Eve’s boyfriend? How fucking low has she fallen? Hard enough to hit that pretty, deceitful head of hers apparently. “But what? I’m covered in tattoos and look like a gangster?” I shot back, my amusement coming out thick.

“Not at all. You just don’t seem interested.”

“Clearly.” I rolled my eyes, tearing my gaze from his.

“I just figured that since you’d be joining the team, that?—”

I cut him off again. “That I’d what? Want to sit in a circle and jerk your cock? I’ll pass.” The same fucking cock that Everleigh’s been riding. That thought was bitter in the forefront of my mind. I hated that she got to move on so damn easily.

“Forget it then,” he snapped.

I didn’t bother replying to him. There was no point to keep the conversation going. Instead, I leaned back in my seat and listened to the professor drone on and on about what we’d be learning this year. Despite my recent assessment of Ned Flanders over here, I could see what Eve saw in him. He was safe. Not entirely hideous to look at and seemed well put together. The complete opposite of me.

I’d heard what she said to her friend when she thought I’d left. I wasn’t her type. Maybe I’d never been. Pieces started coming together easier now. I was just a fun time who knew how to work her body. Something she never wanted long term. Which was exactly why she hurt me in the worst way imaginable. To make sure I wouldn’t try talking her out of it if she simply broke up with me. She might have been right about that, too.

After class ended, I made my way to the cafeteria, my mind still reeling from the unexpected turn the day had taken. I grabbed a tray, topping it with a burger and fries before adding a can of soda before I paid for it. My eyes danced around the largebustling room. The tables were all wooden, giving the illusion of some kind of buffet.

A snarl curled my mouth when I saw her at one of the tables near the center of the room. She was seated between Ned Flanders and the friend I’d seen her with earlier. A blonde and another guy I didn’t know filled the other chairs.

Lucas chose that moment, to glance up at me. I knew how I probably looked. Like a lost dog. But it was true. I could sit alone, but that would make me look pathetic. Why do that when I could sit at her table and make her life a living hell? He waved me over, giving me one last opportunity to join him despite the things I’d said earlier. Sighing, I started in their direction and Lucas eagerly jumped up to fetch an extra chair like a good little lap dog. Maybe he really did want to slob my knob.

Everleigh looked at him with confusion, but didn’t notice me until I approached, her posture stiffening as I slid into the newly placed chair beside her friend with the nice tits. The ones I took my time admiring at the end of my first class while she was clinging to my conniving ex like they were the best of friends.

I half expected Everleigh to ask me why I joined them, but then she’d have to explain that we dated, and then would also have to tell the story of why we broke up. She wasn’t prepared for that. Because if she didn’t say anything had the conversation came up, I might have, and it wasn’t a risk she was willing to take.

Nice tits turned to look at me, a sultry smile stretching across her face. “When you said you’d see me soon, I didn’t expect it to bethissoon.”

I lifted a shoulder in a shrug, taking a fry and plopping it in my mouth. Her gaze followed the movement, watching me chew like she was picturing my mouth on her instead of the food. Could she be any more fucking obvious? She was hot enough, but not sure if I’d tap that long term. I wasn’t the same patheticbitch I’d been a few years ago. Plus, she was Eve’s friend. Which meant she was probably a snake, too.

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