“Agreed,” I conceded. “But she’s as drawn to me as I am to her. I do know that much.”
Well, Iprayedfor that much. It would really suck to find out that she really did despise me, and what I’d thought was foreplay was actually just her way of fucking with me. However, I refused to believe that. There was nothing fake about that kiss outside the café, and there was no pretending the smell of her arousal whenever I was touching her. There was no faking that.
Jesus, please, don’t let there be a way to fake that.
“They would have been here by now if they were coming though,” Liam reiterated.
“Who’d be here by now?”
We all three turned towards the voice of Abigail Willis, a freshman at our school. The lake’s shores had big boulders scattered throughout, and itwas actually called Lapis Creek because of the random rocks and giant-sized boulders. Deke, Liam, and I always occupied the rock closest to the bridge, and Abigail had taken it upon herself to hop on and join in our conversation.
“No one,” I bit out at the same time that Liam said, “Emerson Andrews and Roselyn Bell.”
Abigail tittered, and I swear to God, I wanted to push her off the rock. I hated simpering females. All that giggling and cackling got on my nerves. That’s probably why I’d spent most of my youth sticking my dick in their mouths.
Just to shut them the fuck up.
“Oh, they’re not coming,” she informed us.
Giggling.
Fuck. My. Life.
“How do you know?” Deke asked before I could demand an explanation or strangle her.
Abigail pulled out her phone, then her fingers were flying across it as she answered, “Because they’re in Manotile at Club Pounce.”
She further proved her claim as she held up her phone for us, and it took everything that I had in me not to smash her phone to pieces. Club Pounce was supposedly named for its dance music and party vibe. Supposedly, it got you hopping around, pouncing and prancing and all that. However, everyone knew the real meaning behind it was that it was a place where you were almost guaranteed to get laid; the women walked in, and the men pounced.
Now, to be fair, the naming of the club might have started out as a play on words for good music and dancing, but over the years, it had transformed to what the underline meaning was now, and staring at Abigail’s phone, there on her social media feed, was a picture of Roselyn and Emerson posing together, drinks in their hands and the biggest smiles on their faces.
Roselyn was dressed…well, like she always was. However, Emerson…Emerson wasnotdressed like she usually always was.
I was going to fucking kill her.
“I’m going to fucking kill her,” I seethed, announcing to everyone my murderous intent.
“Ram-”
I didn’t stick around to hear what Deke had been about to say. I stormed off towards my car, wondering how I was going to be able to get to Club Pounce without killing anyone on the way.
When I finally reached my car, I could hear the other doors opening, Deke and Liam obviously coming with me. My bet was that they were going to do their best to keep me out of prison, but I wasn’t sure if that was goingto be possible if Emerson was with another guy when we got there. The very thought had me strapping on my seatbelt, turning the ignition, and flying out of there before Deke and Liam even had their seatbelts buckled.
“Jesus, Ramsey,” Deke muttered from the passenger side.
“Not now, Deke,” I fumed.
“I know you’re pissed, Ram, but you need to calm down, dude,” Liam advised from the back seat. “If you go in there with guns blazing, it’s not going to go well.”
“None of this was going to go well the second that she decided to go clubbing than go to the lake,” I snapped back, driving down the road like a madman at over ninety.
“What do you need from us,” Deke asked, knowing that I was beyond help at this point.
“Just help me bury the body,” I replied.
Liam moaned in the back. “Oh, c’mon, Ram. Are you really going to kill her?” he asked. “I mean, before you even get to sleep with her?” Liam had a gift for prioritizing.
“The body won’t be hers,” I informed him.