Page 57 of Manhattan Secret
“I’m selling her coke.”
“If that’s the case, where’s my freebies? Or do I have to suck your cock like Sloan is?”
I crack up. “Fuck you.”
“No, thanks, you’re too skinny and have no tits. You know I’m not gonna say shit, you’re doing her, right?”
With the engine idling, I half turn my body to see him watching me, amused like he’s guessing all my secrets, he has to an extent. Little fucktard.
But I never reveal a secret … unless I want to.
“Remember that kid in 10thgrade who slashed Theo’s tire because he missed out on getting on the football team?”
“Trevor dickface, yeah.”
“Yeah, him. Remember what I did to him?”
Ethan sucks around his teeth. “Man, you destroyed his whole fucking life, he had to change schools, he got so much shit. I wonder what happened to him.”
I did. And I did it without laying a finger on the kid.
I destroyed him digitally, made him regret ever messing with a Fierro.
“I did that in five minutes. Everyone thought he had an STD. Like his fictitious crabs, it spread like wildfire in days. His mom pulled him out of school, he needed to go to the guidance counsellor for sex addiction, no chick would go near him for the rest of the semester.” And then. “So if I did that to him, keep it in mind what I’ll do to you, if you say one word about me and Laney.”
His eyeballs almost pop out of his skull, practically vibrating from his skeleton. “Laney?”
“Yeah.”
“Holy fuck, dude. I was joking. You mean you are doing her?”
“Shut your fucking mouth. We’re together, I’m not doing her.”
“You mean she’s saving it for marriage?”
I burst out laughing. “Fuck off, man. Just keep your mouth shut about it, I only have to get to graduation then it doesn’t matter who knows. She’d lose her job.”
He whistles as I pull out of the parking lot. “I guess I shouldn’t tell you I rubbed one out over her the first week in that ass-hugging skirt she wore…”
My lips twitch even with the need to murder him. “I’ll end you, fucker.”
“Nah, gonna be best man at your wedding so you can finally bang the virginal teach.”
It’s three days later that those same murderous thoughts come back as I turn into the student parking and start across the parking lot to see Laney standing in the entryway smiling up at Kingston.
What the fuck is the principal doing sniffing around her?
My steps increase she catches me out of the corner of her eye. I see her stiffen.
Yeah, my girl knows I’m approaching. It goes some way to calming me down.
She fed me some bullshit about having a lot of papers to grade, so she couldn’t see me for the last few days, said having me around mostly naked was a distraction for her. I don’t see how.
Avoiding me again.
I might be less unsteady if I’d had my Laney time.
Now I’m transfixed in glaring at the back of that fool’s head.
