Page 92 of The Deception You Weave
"Ugh, you are such a pig."
Her chair legs screech across the tiled floor as she stands.
"Huh, weird because I thought you had a thing for dirty players. That should make me your perfect type."
"Assholes don't do it for me," she snarls, looking me up and down.
"Ah, is that why Colt binned you off for a better model Saturday night?" I ask, making her chin drop.
"H-how'd you know that?" she stutters, unable to cover her hurt.
I take a step toward her. "Because…" I lower my voice, knowing that it'll terrify her and make her squirm like a little mouse. "I know everything."
In truth, I'm guessing from what I've heard the guys talk about over the past couple of weeks and what I've seen on social media, but she doesn't need to know that because I know that I've hit right on the mark.
"Does it hurt being cast aside like the jersey chaser that you really are?"
"Fuck you, Kane. Fuck. You."
Swiping her notebook from the side, she storms past me before slamming her bedroom door so hard the entire dorm rattles with her anger.
I, on the other hand, can't help but smile.
"Hey, man. What's… uh… what's going on?" The quiet guy of the group asks. I've seen him with Ellis a few times, so I know they're friends.
"Nothing. She's just being a little over-emotional."
"Ella?" he confirms. "Yeah, she has her days." He shakes his head, a soft smile playing on his lips as he thinks of her before walking toward the refrigerator to grab a bottle of water.
"Do you happen to know where Letty is?" I ask on the off-chance.
"Yeah, she's headed home to see her dad," he replies innocently.
My blood turns to lava at his words.
I glance at her door for the briefest moment as our conversation plays out in my mind from earlier this morning.
"Promise me something. Do not go to the Creek."
Motherfucker.
Plastering on a smile that I really, really don't fucking feel, I thank the guy before heading back out to my car.
My grip on the wheel is too tight as I floor it toward our shithole of a home, my knuckles splitting open once more, but I don't let it stop me because the thought of her walking straight into Victor fucking Harris on arrival in Harrow Creek scares the fuck out of me.
She got off lightly Saturday night but there's nothing to say that won't happen again when he finds her snooping around in his patch.
The trailer park looks exactly the same as it has done for my entire life, it's dark, damp and one of the most depressing places I've ever had the joy of spending time in. There are beat-up cars lining the potholed track, broken furniture, toys, and all sorts of other shit everywhere.
I fucking hate it.
How my parents managed to get themselves stuck here fuck only knows. I've wondered more than once over the years, if them losing their lives in that collision that day was actually the best thing for them. It sure beats rotting to hell in this place.
I bring the car to a stop behind Letty's and jump out.
I don't bother knocking, I already know she's inside.
"Scarlett?" I shout the second the door is open. I march inside the dated trailer, more grateful than ever that I've got a decent fucking house to live in and go in search of her.
