Page 3 of Mayhem

“Jesus fucking Christ. Watch where the fuck you are going,” I growl, putting my hands out to keep the man from hitting me.

“Why you trippin’, shorty? Chill.”

Nate Rockford, Central High’s resident bad boy and heartthrob.

“I’m not your shorty, Nate. Stay in your lane and I’ll stay in mine,” I tell him coolly, pushing past him.

“Will, baby. I think you need to relax a bit. Not getting enough at home? Mom’s the only one getting laid? Come here, baby, I’ll give you a pretty penny to suck this cock,” he says, setting off my temper.

Turning, I drop my ratty bag with my books inside and stride right up to him.

I don’t speak until I am chest to chest with him.

Then I lower my voice for only him to hear. “Not everyone needs to distract themselves with meaningless sex in order to fill the emptiness inside caused by their shitty circumstances. Go on, Nate. Act all big and mighty. We all know that one day you’ll end up with an STD while I’ll still be a virgin, barely scraping by. You’ll still be your brother’s lapdog while I’ll answer to no one. At least I’ve accepted my fate.”

I watch as his jaw tightens with each word until I’m done.

I move to walk away, but he reaches out, grabbing my arm.

I turn back to him, slamming my fist into the crook of his elbow, making him tighten his grip slightly, but he otherwise makes no movement.

Fuck.I figured it would make him drop my arm.

Movement behind him catches my eye as a hand grabs his shoulder. “Let her go, brother.”

What is he even doing here?

Chase graduated two years ago, so he has no business being on campus.

Nate drops my arm without hesitation. I pull away, grab my bag, and leave. I can’t help but glance back once though.

My eyes are met by his, sending a jolt through my system. There’s one man no one ever wants to come face to face with, especially in a staring contest.

Chase Rockford.

He’s involved in the Chicago underworld. Everyone calls him Rocky, but I can’t bring myself to call him that, even in my head.

So why do I feel so drawn to him?

He breaks eye contact, turning to his brother, so I take that as my chance to escape.

Back to hell I go until tomorrow.

Two

I escape backinto the woods once again. My mother brought home the latest fucktard, meaning I had to hightail it out of there, lest he get the idea that I’m on the menu too.

Curling up next to the tree I have dubbed as mine, I lean back and stare at the sky. It’s peaceful out here at night. Only the sound of nature to keep me company.

Pulling out a pack of gum, I unwrap a piece before movement from the corner of my eyes stops me.

I freeze.

Shit. They found me.

My heart starts to race, the sound making my hearing go fuzzy.

Getting into a crouch, I position myself to make my escape.

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