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"Shut up," I command, staring after Molly with interest, and the crowd immediately falls silent.
"Broken, huh?" a familiar voice drawls.
Wolfe.
I turn to see Wolfe and Nicole watching me. Nicole looks like she wants to stab me, but that's nothing new. The girl can't stand me, and I don't give a shit.
"Donotstart your Oprah bullshit with me," I warn Nicole, crossing my arms over my chest.
"She doesn't look broken. I'd say she owned your ass." Nicole glares at me before looking over at Wolfe. "He's always been my least favorite of your friends."
Wolfe grins as she walks away, eyeballing me like she wants to cut me up.
Well, fuck her.
"Fuck off, Nicole," I mutter, just as Wolfe shifts his gaze to me.
"Don't," he cautions, his brows knitting as he watches Nicole walk away.
"Look, you're pussy-whipped, not me. Your girl hates me, and I don't give a shit."
But my skin is on fire, and I know it'sherfault. Molly wasn't faking it—she wasn't scared of me.
Why?
Doesn't money and power intimidate her?
"What was all that?" Wolfe cocks his head. "Looked like you two were getting on."
I curl my lip. "She's irritating."
Wolfe nods slowly. "Huh."
"What?" I exhale heavily until he shrugs, glancing around us.
"Well,allgirls irritate you. You don't throw all of them against lockers and shit."
I say nothing. Wolfe and I know we don't need to talk about how he used to treat Nicole, his stepsister at the time. He can't sayshitto me.
"Don't do it in front of Nicole," Wolfe tells me before disappearing in the direction Nicole went. It pisses me off that he's so fucking whipped.
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MOLLY
Lawson Veng. I shudder at the thought of his name, my stomach churning as my heart rate spikes. How can a name invoke such fear and hatred? Before he ruined my innocence, he was the older brother of a friend I used to party with.
Another fucker on the hate list—except he's right at the top of it.
I'm tired and need my phone back—but there's no way I'm begging for it. I've seen boys like Jagger before, and I'm not becoming another girl he bullies and fucks. No, I've learned the hard way, and if Lawson Veng taught me anything, it's that refusing to rise to people's taunts is exactly what I need to do.
It's a pity I didn't do it with him. Maybe if I had been stronger… No. I was young, and there was no one protecting me from predators like him. I had been lost, weak, and alone—his perfect prey.
The day drags, and I contemplate skipping the rest of the week. With Aphrodite gone, I'm alone here. Not that I care—I don't want to make friends in the final year of school, but I do want some entertainment.
My aunt says I've got ADHD, which makes sense, I guess. I can't sit still and hate being bored, but more than that, my mind can't sit on a single subject for long. My phone is my lifeline; I use it to scroll mindlessly and waste time, and the thought of Jagger having my phone and reading my texts makes me want to vomit. I get countless texts from men I don't know—no thanks to Lawson. No matter how often I change my number, he always finds it. At least he hasn't located me yet.
Yet.
