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I let out a deep, dark laugh. “You had both mine and Metcalf’s loads coating your pussy last night, Lake. But you want me to believe you’re upset over sharing some pictures of your tits?” I scoffed. “If you’re going to be a whore, then own that, and quit trying to play the seventeenth-century virgin, clutching your pearls and everything.”
She shook her head, rage shooting like daggers from those gorgeous blue orbs. “You’re going to regret this,” she replied, her head high. “You’re going to find out how wrong you are, and you’re going to regret this.”
I crossed my arms over my chest. “The only thing I regret was going slumming at SC High,” I told her. “Had I known you were going to spread your legs for all of Sands Cove after I broke you in, I would have made sure to wear a condom. God knows what’s rotting between those used legs of yours now.”
Crickets.
In a party this size, silence should be impossible, but everyone here was hanging on every word being said between me and Lake, and I couldn’t have planned it better. She thought she could publicly cheat on me, embarrassing me, and not pay the price? This was humiliation at its finest, and I wasnowherenear started with her.
“Don’t forget her little friend, Eden,” Dash added, finally joining in. Mad, Chance, and D.J. had all remained quiet throughout the exchange, but they were just the supporting cast in all this. Dash and Crew were who I needed for this kind of payback. “That’s a hot little body who can take a finger or three.”
Lake’s head turned so fast, her long dark hair whipped her in the face. “Stay away from Eden,” she growled. Dash blew her a kiss and that’s when the first tear finally escaped.
Fuck, she was beautiful.
“Now, unless you’re going to be a good sport and let Windsor get a taste of some SC High pussy, no matter how used, I suggest you get the fuck out of here and don’t come back,” I told her. “Things could get pretty ugly around here if you do.”
Lake didn’t bother wiping away the tears that were now freely sliding down her face. But that’s probably because they were due to rage more than anything else. Instead, she lifted her chin again, and announced something that didn’t matter anymore. “I hate you.”
“Awwwe,” I pouted snidely. “And just yesterday you were telling me how much you loved me. Oh, wait. It wasn’t that you lovedme,it was that you loved my cock.” I shrugged. “My mistake.”
She speared me with one final look of hate before she turned around and ran from the backyard.
And it took every ounce of strength I had not to run after her.
Chapter 34
Lake~
Icame to with a start. Glancing around, it took me a second to remember where I was. The second reality set in, it took everything I had not to have another meltdown.
After I had left Ramsey’s party, furious and heartbroken, I had gone home and had cried myself to sleep. Already feeling weak from the GHB, I hadn’t been prepared for the onslaught of emotions that had taken me under.
And I had felt them all.
Anger at Erica and Curt. Jealousy for that beautiful girl who Ramsey had defended so fiercely. Humiliation at knowing Ramsey had shared those pictures of me. Rage at Dash for daring to drag Eden into all of this. But mostly pain.
Pain.
Ramsey had done what I always feared he’d do. He had used me, then chewed me up and spat me out like I was nothing.
The next morning, my parents hadn’t questioned how I had looked a mess, assuming it had still been the drugs in my system. So, they had given me space, and needing to find some kind of peace, some kind of balance, I had grabbed my camera and had started taking pictures of random things in my house that reminded me of love and loyalty.
However, when I had gone to save them to my photography files, I had been met with an empty drive. Panic had engulfed me, and I had immediately opened my cloud account, and the only thing save to the backup had been an animated winking emoji.
All my pictures had been deleted.
Everything had been deleted, even my college application project and all the corresponding applications. Photos, both personal and professional, erased from existence.
My past, present, and future erased on the whims of an evil boy who thought he had the right.
But even while looking at an empty screen, I’d known Ramsey wasn’t done with me. Deleting those photos had been part of the appetizer platter he’d been serving up. The main course was still to come, only I had no idea what it was.
After the shock and despair of losing a very important part of my life, I’d gone into overdrive. I had spent all day Sunday doing my best to pick up the pieces, and once I was confident I had, my plan to not give up was put in place.
I’d gone to school Monday morning with my head held high, ignoring Erica and anyone else who had taken pleasure in viewing that disaster at Ramsey’s, and had gotten through the day. Curt had been noticeably absent and that had been small saving grace. The more I had thought about it, the more I believed he and Erica had crashed Eden’s party and set me up. And while I still had a lot of unanswered questions, I hadn’t been ready to face him.
After school, I had gone home, eaten dinner, and as soon as my mom had gotten home, I had asked to borrow her car, and had driven all over Sands Cove, taking pictures. I was trying to recapture what I’d lost, but this time, I hadn’t uploaded my pictures. I had saved them to a flash drive. When I couldn’t find any more inspiration in Sands Cove, I had gone home and crashed.
