Page 72 of Sour Lollipops and Sweet Nightmares
The girl I felt up in the cafeteria, I could fuck. But this girl… I wanted to devour her. She was messy, feral, and fucking gorgeous.
“Checkmate, motherfucker,” Ravi whispered while smirking up at me.
Son of a bitch. I played right into his hand, didn’t I? He probably told her to dress like that.
“You think you won something?” I growled and threw my fist in his gut, after which I rolled off Ravi and sat on the ground.
Ravi could live for now. I hit him enough to satisfy some of my anger.
“Goddamn,” Ravi coughed, caught his breath, then sat up and slapped me on the chest. “That was fun, we should do it again.”
Oh, I was sure we would.
Georgia, however, did not take our fight so lightly.
She lifted her hand and pointed an angry finger at me. “You are an asshole, Issac Kratz.”
Did she emphasise my last name so I would know she figured out who I was? Good for her. Maybe now she had some idea of how fucked she was.
“And,” I shot back at her, “Do you have a point?”
I knew I was an asshole. She knew I was an asshole. The guy who worked at the convenience store three blocks down from my place knew I was an asshole.
She stamped her little foot like a petulant child. “You had no right to hit Ravi. All he did was return my things.”
Oh, I had every right to hit Ravi, and for more than what she knew. I found it ironic how she was standing up for him.
“Are you friends now?” I snorted out a snicker. “How fucking cute.”
So that was Ravi’s game. He was playing good cop and bad cop. Guess who the bad cop was. I was almost disappointed.Ravi was a smooth bastard. He could do so much better. This immature bullshit was something I’d expect Levi to come up with.
Georgia placed a hand on her cocked hip and glared back at me. “I’m friendlier with him than I ever will be with you.”
Aww, did she think that would hurt me? Fucking pathetic.
“I don’t need any friends, Peaches. But if you want to suck my dick, I guess I won’t complain.” I tipped my head and rolled my eyes down her frame, openly judging her. “Hopefully you’re better at that than you are at dressing yourself.”
“Do you think I care what you think of me?”
Nope, she didn’t give a shit what I thought, which just made me want to fuck her more.
“You may not care what you look like, but the rest of the world does. You’re not going to get anywhere in life looking like a lost little girl. My grandmother has more style than you, and she’s been dead for twenty years.”
Her jaw dropped, and she stood there staring at me. I couldn’t tell if she was shocked or insulted. Didn’t really care. Someone needed to give her a wake-up call.
“Don’t mind him,” Ravi interjected. “Issac’s just a little frustrated.”
This son of a bitch was still trying to play good cop.
While staring down Ravi, I asked Georgia, “Did yourfriendtell you why he gave your shit back?”
Suspicion glinted in her eyes as they drifted over to Ravi. “He said it was a peace offering.”
“A peace offering? Really?” I cocked my brow at Ravi, who narrowed his stare in response, as if saying ‘What are you gonna do?’
If Ravi weren’t my second, then I might’ve enjoyed this battle of wills. He thought there was nothing I could do to blow his liewide open. Rule number one in war is never underestimate your opponent.
“If it was a peace offering, then why did he tell me where I could find him?”
