Page 45 of Burn It Down
“Mmm, send me to class hot for you, and he puts his hands on me. What if I come by accident?” I loved pushing him because I loved the sweet torture of his punishments.
“Oh Sweetheart, don’t push me. You want to be able to sit at the show tomorrow night? If yes, watch your dirty mouth. I’ll spank that sexy ass so good you won’t sit the rest of the weekend. I have plans for that sweet ass so let’s not ruin them, hmm?” I almost came from that promise, but I powered through it.
Whatever those plans were, I was looking forward to them. Lola was probably right; fairly certain my mimsy--what she called a pussy--would be begging for him by tomorrow night. Just as I got ready to reply to his message, to push about the surprise he teased, I froze.
Rage coursed through me when I saw her. Bree was giggling and flirting with Jordan at a table by the front door. I had yet to talk to either of them since the night I tried to taunt Finn with Jordan.
I didn't care that she was shoving her tits in his face. I was done with her.
I just needed her to know that. Though she clearly didn’t believe in lines, Bree had crossed mine. The lack of loss I felt the moment I realized we were friends out of habit and nothing else told me lines didn’t matter much for me either.
Bree twisted as if she felt the finality of my decision in the air between us. Watching me, Bree leaned up to whisper in Jordan’s ear.
Jordan’s eyes flew to me as he stepped away from her. The clear look of being caught crossed his face, and I would have laughed. If it mattered. If I cared at all.
My fingers toyed with the necklace hanging at my neck as Bree approached the counter. Jordan hung back. What a shame; I’d prefer to kill two birds with one stone.
“Morning, honey bun. Can I get a mocha frap?” Before I could begin to make it, Mags spoke up.
“Not from here. Next, please.” My eyes swung to the sweet frazzled and brash woman beside me. I adored her.
“Excuse me?” Mags winked at me, and I smirked at Bree as I dismissed her.
“The usual, Gina?” Bree stepped out of the way of one of my favorite regulars. Gina was the coffee shop’s neighbor who ran a bookstore.
“Always. Black like my soul, gorgeous.” Behind her, Bree was glaring at me, clearly not finished with me.
“You won’t serve me? Why?” Once again, before I could speak up, Mags beat me to it.
“Wewon’t serve you. My shop, my choice. Starbucks welcomes all kinds. Yours too,honey bun.” Mags said the endearment with venom in her voice.
“Because of Jordan? Or Finn?” Bree smirked, and I laughed as I made Gina her poison of choice.
“Because of you, Bree. Starbucks is like a religion for you. You came down here for coffee, why? Because you wanted to dig yourself into me with your poison. Like a fucking tick. Half my life, you were my best friend. I truly had no idea until I saw you today that you have no clue what the fuck being a friend is like.” Bree stepped closer to the counter, glaring at me, all niceties gone.
“Over me letting Finn dick me down a few times?” Ice shot through my veins. I knew she was lying.
Bree had a tell; always had. When she lied about sneaking out to fuck our chem teacher in sophomore year, I watched her parents ignore it. Junior year, after I heard rumors she fucked my prom date when I wouldn’t, I saw it.
Her cheek bounced as she bit at the inside. Always her left one, and always as her eyes bounced in their sockets. Fucking lying bitch. Hate scorched through my veins, but I wanted her to hang herself. So, I gave her the rope.
“I mean, I knew once. Thought I might have suspected another. How many times is a few times, Bree? By now, I’ve absolutely gotten used to you gobbling up my sloppy seconds. Benji. Porter after junior prom. Jordan next, if the little show just now is any indication.” Bree smirked like the cat that ate the canary.
“Just a few more. You guys fight, he tries to hurt you by calling me. I never told you because I didn’t want him to get what he wanted. Besides a taste of my pussy, of course. I can’t help it. You told me how good he was. Finn is pretty persuasive. I like it rough, and he’s so big I know he can handle it.” The bitch licked her lips and let out a sound before she smirked.
“Bree, you can go. Don’t come back. You won’t get coffee or the satisfaction of hurting me. Because I know you are a filthy fucking liar.” Bree gasped and shoved closer, her tits flattening against the glass counter that displayed crumpets and donuts.
“Liar? Honey bun, you saw him come back to me that night. You saw him bring me into his place the night you brought Jordan home to make him jealous. Instead, you listened to him ring my bell all night.” I laughed coldly and nodded towards Jordan.
“He was an innocent bystander. You,honey bun,” I spit the loathsome name out and leaned over the counter to get into her face, “were the only one who missed the train wreck that night truly was.” Bree laughed but it sounded strangled as I went on.
“Remember freshman year, the Beta party? How I lost you because you were busy spreading your legs for the entire pledge class? Yeah, well, we installed the tracking programs I located you with that night. I know you were nowhere near my man either night you claimed he was tasting your filthy pussy,” I realized Jordan, Gina, and Mags were watching the show, but I didn’t care.
“I knew you dropped to your knees for Benji freshman year. I knew before you even climbed Porter’s dick to ride it in the limo on prom night that you would. You can’t help yourself. and once, I felt bad for you. It’s like a compulsion. and I thought it was because you hated me. Doesn't matter now, be jealous all you want. Finn is mine. He doesn't want you.” Bree laughed and made a scoffing sound that stuck in her throat.
“Honey, why would I be jealous of you? You saved yourself for a man who was so busy dicking down every pussy that would spread for him, he didn’t notice yours was waiting. You're too blind to see the truth. I fucked your men because they needed something after they had you.” Gina gasped beside me, and I didn’t miss her calling this complete stranger a few nasty names.
“Oh, Bree,” I smiled widely and shook my head sadly, “you resent me for all the right reasons. Because my father doesn’t give me strange feelings. I don’t need to spread my legs for someone to want me. When I do, trust me,honey bun, they do not come away wanting more. Ever wonder why the two men I’ve been with were the two you couldn’t manage to close the deal with?” Bree opened her mouth to talk, but Mags spoke up.
