Page 15 of Rhet

There are veins popping from Carson’s head, his face is now a tomato red. If I’m lucky he might have a stroke.

Then Lucy turns to me, pointing a shaky finger. “You. You little fucker.”

“It’s more like step motherfucker,” I reply as I wiggle my eyebrows at her.

I shake my head and smile, letting the satisfaction of Carson’s pain flow through my body.

“Don’t you wish I was gay like my brother?” I ask.

I take delight in watching his eyes flair. That’s my cue to dash out of there. However, I have to get one more dig in before I causally walk out of the room. I move past Charlotte, the I stop and turn back.

“Hey, thunder cunt, you should tell your dad Barrett screwed you too. So did I, but still.”

Lucy let’s out a high-pitched scream, followed by Carson’s growls.

“Oh, and by the way Charlotte, we’re done.” She reaches for me, but I move away heading to the stairs

“I hate you, Rhet Banner,” Charlotte screams.

I didn’t turn back at the sound of something crashing or Carson shouting,

“I should kill you. You will pay for this.”

Making a quick descent down the stairs, I open the door, and take a left to slide into my car. More screaming reaches my ears as I turn the engine and hit the gas.

I don’t want Carson coming out of his shock. When he does, I want to be far from here. Picking up the phone, I dial the one person I can count on.

Trent’s phone goes to voicemail.

“Bro, where are you? Call me when you get this.”

As I hang up, my phone rings. Tarek’s name appears. .

“Where have you been, jerk off?” His voice booms through my sound system as soon as I answer.

I laugh because if anyone else had made that statement, I wouldn’t have replied. “You know I have my new job at 1-800-save-a-hoe. Where are you?”

“Rebecca Joseph’s house party.”

Believe it or not, I’m not normally into crowds or people for that matter. With my brother not answering and me not wanting to go home, the idea of a crowd does not sound that bad.

“Whose there?” I ask.

“I’m not sure. From the looks of it, I think the lacrosse team.”

“I can’t stand those fuckers.” I take a left at the next corner. Wondering if I should stop and get a chilidog. I’m hungry.

“Ah, the football team too.”

“I’m not interested in the sweaty armpit and ego crew.”

I should get a chilidog with sauerkraut; I really haven’t eaten much today.

“Hockey squad’s here.” Tarek laughs.

“I can’t stand their asses either.”

“The girls’ cheerleading team.”

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