Page 4 of Jagger
When I leave school, I see Jagger leaning against the exit, surrounded by girls again. I roll my eyes and turn away just as he calls my name.
I don't stop this time—fuck him. I'm not playing his mind games. I have a plan to get my phone, and it doesn't involve Jagger handing it over nicely.
"Molly, are you deaf?" Jagger jogs up beside me, putting a hand out to stop me.
I slap it away and ignore him, and he lets out a growl of frustration.
"I wanted to tell you that Aphrodite is okay." Jagger slows and shakes his head when I whip around. "You know, seeing as you've lost your phone."
Is he for real?
But I am glad she's okay. I know she's with Kaden, but we don'tknowthese fucking boys. I doubt he's as bad as Jagger, though.
"Good," I reply curtly, turning away from him. I'm not giving him a reaction—I know that's what he wants. It's what all boys like him want—that and pussy. I can feel his gaze burning into my back, and it brings a smile to my face. I bet that's the first time any girl has ever walked away from him.
"Where's your friend?" Marley, my aunt's sleazy boyfriend, asks, belching loudly.
I grimace and look at my aunt, pretending she hasn't heard a thing. Amazing how she does that until it's me doing something wrong.
I grab the cutlery from the drawer and shrug my shoulders. "I don't know."
"I don't know,sir,"Marley corrects me, a smirk on his disgusting face.
What is it with men and thinking they can treat me like shit?
To my surprise, my aunt steps up.
"Hush, Marley, she hasn't got to call you that."
Marley's eyes narrow, and she nods at the table. "Sit. Both of you."
Somehow, I get through dinner without stabbing a fork in Marley, but it's only a matter of time. He can't take his eyes off my tits, and they're not even on display. Maybe I should sleep with a knife in bed with me.
There's a knock on the door, and my aunt looks at me with disapproval.
"I bet that's for you."
I raise my eyebrows and stuff a forkful of pasta and meatballs into my mouth. The tomato sauce and meat are cheap, but beggars can't be choosers. "It won't be for me."
Marley rolls his eyes and gets up, muttering under his breath.
"Wedon't get visitors," my aunt remarks, chewing on her food. "Especially not at night."
Marley strides in, his eyes narrowed on me. "It's some boy. For you."
My aunt gives me a triumphant look, which I choose to ignore and rise from the table.
"Fine," I mutter, making my way from the kitchen and through the tiny lounge to the front door.
What fucking boy?
Surely, it's not Lawson. He wouldn't come here, would he?
But no, it's not Lawson, just someone equally as unwelcome. It's Jagger Knox, and he's scowling.
"What the hell are you doing here?" I demand, stepping outside and pulling the door shut behind me. His scent engulfs me, and I swear I detest the smell of wood spice because of this jerk.
"Who's the asshole?" Jagger asks, nodding his head behind me. "Daddy?"
