Page 9 of Ruin
“I’ll reiterate,” I say, getting to my feet. “I’ve planned this entire event by myself, and not once was I made aware of any celebration for him or anyone else.”
“Uh, yes. It was sort of a last minute addition.” He gives me a weak smile, but I see the fear in his eyes.
No wonder the kids like this guy. He’s a pussy. Probably thinks I’ll pull a knife on him and stab him right here. He knows I’d get away with it.
“But he was aware of the meeting?” I question, unsure why I’m still talking at all.
“Yes, I’d let him know,” Mr. Kenting says with a firm nod of his head. And that’s all I need to know.
This wasn’t an accident, and it wasn’t a mistake.
He did this on purpose.
I move until I’m in Lucian’s face. His eyes are hard, but I swear they soften the slightest bit when they focus on mine. I can’t let that get to me though. It’s all bullshit. It’s all fake. It’s all fucking lies. All this man knows how to do is spew lies and look good. He was made for nothing else.
“You better fuck right off with this bullshit,” I seethe, before shoving past him and walking out the door and straight out of the school. If he thinks he’s going to weasel his way back into my life by being a sneaky fuck, he’s got another thing coming. It isn’t going to fucking work.
I hate how well he knows me, though, and that’s all I can think about. If he didn’t, he’d try to talk to me another way. But he knows I’m not going to talk to him, and so the only way hecan get close, is by being the snake he is. Only, I’m not charmed by slithering reptiles. Not anymore.
I head right to the club, where everyone already seems to be.
“Yo, Snapper!” Grizz calls out with a grin.
Out of everyone in the club, he’s the one I like the most. Though, I use the wordlikeloosely. I’m not sure Ilikeanyone.
“How’d the meeting go?” Coyote asks. He’s the Prez who everyone hates—myself included.
We all know that no one trusts him, but no one will speak that shit out loud. He’s new, only came in because his father died a few months ago. Before that, he hated this club, and no one knows why he wanted to come into it so suddenly. He hasn’t shared it with us either. He needs to prove himself or this whole club will fall apart. Which, I wouldn’t really give a fuck about. At this point, I’m just going through the motions. Maybe that’s why I don’t say anything about hating him. Maybe I’m waiting for chaos to ensue and our world to crumble.
“Didn’t go at all,” I comment, opening the fridge to grab an iced tea.
“Kenting didn’t show?” Grizz asks, scratching his head.
I pop the cap and face the guys. “He was there.”
Prez raises a brow. “So, what the fuck happened then? The school get swallowed up by a sinkhole?”
I hold his gaze as I take a sip of my drink, wondering what to tell him. My gut says to tell him the truth because I’m not a fucking liar. It’s why most people don’t like me. They don’t like my tone or the fact that I say what’s on my mind. They can’thandle the brutal truth of reality, and that’s what I give people. No one ever held back for me, so why should I do it for them?
But what do I tell him?
My ex-boyfriend who I loathe showed up, I panicked, told him off, and fled the school?
That’s the most pathetic thing I’ve ever heard. I cannot say that.
“Someone showed up that took priority,” I say, leaving it at that.
“What a dick,” Grizz grunts.
“Are you going to reschedule?” Coyote asks, raising a brow.
I’d love nothing more than to tell him to fuck off too. But of course, I don’t.
“I’ve got it handled.” Before he can say something smart that’s going to make me flip the fuck out, I leave out the back door and head to the bar, where I hear the rest of the guys shouting and laughing.
Not my scene, but it’s better than killing the Prez. That would be bad.
“Answer your goddamn phone!” someone shouts.
