Page 140 of Boys Who Taint

“Tell me about it,” Ivy replies. “All of our boyfriends are just as murderous as them.”

We laugh, and for a moment, it feels like maybe my life isn’t such a horror show.

Or maybe we’re all living the same fucked-up reality without realizing it.

Apollo

I sitdown beside Levi at the picnic table outside after just getting my ass handed to me by the dean. Apparently, killing someone on school grounds doesn’t go over well with the board members.

Too bad for them, I don’t really care. What are they gonna do, kick me out?

Besides, my dad already paid off anyone who tried to threaten us with legal action. My dad’s one of the toughest motherfuckers out there, and he’s on the goddamn Spine Ridge U board. Not a single inch of him is going to accept his son getting kicked out, and neither am I. Dean Rivera can suck it.

“Got suspended from class for a week,” I say, running my fingers through my hair.

The sun is shining, I look hot as hell in this black crop-top, and I don’t give two flying fucks.

“Didn’t ask, don’t care,” Levi mutters under his breath without even looking at me.

He looks gloomy as hell in this dark blue shirt and light gray sweatpants, and he’s obsessively staring at something in the distance. When I follow his gaze, a wide-ass grin spreads on my face.

Aspen Caruso sits on the edge of the fountain in a cute button-down shirt along with a short denim skirt, while chatting away with her friends, and Grey Westbrook just entered the scene.

“Oh … I see how it is,” I say.

When he kisses her on the lips, Levi grabs a cigarette from his pocket and lights it up, filling the air with smoke so he doesn’t have to see. Or maybe he’s imagining lighting the fucker on fire. Wouldn’t put it past him to try, and I’d probably grab a bucket of popcorn to watch the show.

Though, I’m a little disappointed I wasn’t able to fuck the guy’s ass into oblivion before he received his death sentence.

“You really hate his guts, don’t you?”

He takes another drag, but his other hand is scratching the wood slowly, and when I look underneath, I can clearly see the deep crevices he left underneath bloodied nails.

“I don’t fucking care.”

I snort. “I can see that.”

He makes a fist with his bloodied nails, spreading it across the palm of his hand, but he still won’t look away. Not even as they start a full-on make-out session after her friends have left. “What the fuck do you care?” he says through gritted teeth.

“Because I know what you mean…”

I lean over the table until he finally looks at me, eyes filled with murderous intent.

“She’s like a juicy, sweet little piece of candy you’re not allowed to eat.”

He nearly reaches for my neck. Nearly.

“You have a thing for Aspen?”

Within a split second, he pulls out a knife and drives it under my chin.

Guess he’s still gunning for my neck after all.

“You have a million other girls begging you to fuck them. Why her?”

“She’s the only one who doesn’t immediately fall for my perverted ways, and I like that. I like how she makes me work for it. I like how she talks, how she walks, everything about her.” I raise my hands. “I swear.”

His nostrils flare, and I get that he wants to kill me, but he has far more important problems on his hands than me.

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