Page 58 of The Sweetest Cruelty: Hudson
Grabbing my receiver gloves from my bag, I straightened. “How?”
His eyebrows joined together, looking like two furry caterpillars. “Tore her a new one from the sounds of it. He dragged her into the janitor's office. You could hear them going at it from the bottom of the corridor. Although something tells me it wasn’tjustabout almost drowning your girl.”
“She’s not my girl,” I snapped.
“If you say so—anyways—somethingis going on between them; either that, or it’s Reed’s time of the month. He’s been a moody bastard since that first day back at school. Although why he’d want to start anything with Storm fucking Summers isbeyondme. Putting up with an entitled rich bitch sounds about as fun as doing your own homework.”
I ignored that my brother had just unashamedly confessed that he got other kids to do his homework. “Did you find outwhyStorm pushed her?”
Phoenix scratched his shadowed jaw as he replied, “Yeah.”
There was a huge pause as I waited for him to drop the bombshell. “And?”
“You’re not going to like it.”
“I don’t like most things that come out of your mouth Nix, so spill the fucking beans already,” I blasted hotly, losing my patience.
“Tateput her up to it.”
Save me from the Tate Parkers of this world.
Great. Tate needed to rein it the fuck in. Pushing someone into a pool was such a dick move and unimaginative. When Molly had semi-accused me of being behind it, I’d found that offensive. Did shereallythink my brand of victimisation was that fricking vanilla?
Collecting the rest of our shit, we made our way out of the building and onto the field. The sun was strong, but thankfully, there was a slight breeze. “Fucking Tate, and to think I agreed to take her to Straker’s next party. Damn it.”
“I know. That’s what I thought.” Disapproval dripped from his voice. Phoenix was overprotective of his brothers, and I knew he didn’t want me getting involved with Tate on any level. The girl was mean to the bone. She made Storm look like a high-ranking Samaritan.
I dashed a hand down my face. We hadn’t even started practice yet and I was already sweating like a bitch.
As we made our way over to the rest of the team, who were warming up, Phoenix stopped and motioned for me to do the same with a raised arm. “Tate Parker. Fuck. Your bed is well and truly made, man.Whateveryou do, don’t stand the bitch up. The last guy to do that ended up with a dose of blue balls for weeks. Bitch warned all the other girls away. Plus, I wouldn’t nail her at one of Nash’s parties. The walls at his place are paper thin, and rumour has it that Tate’s sex noises are now quite extraordinary.”
“How would you know? I thought that ship had sailed?”
Phoenix had said that his friends-with-benefits deal with Tate ended ages ago.
“It has, that’s why I saidrumourhas it. Tate’s pussy was mediocre at best. I heard Micah’s tapping that now.”
“Nice.” It amazed me how Tate fucked around as much as the guys but wasn’t ever labelled a whore by her peers. That’s what Queen Bee status got you, I suppose. I had always found it ironic that guys could dick around as much as they liked and it deemed them masters of the universe, but if a girl put it about, she was a slut. Not that I gave a shit. I was always one for double standards when they worked in my favour. Nasty, I know.
“So, Micah is boning Tate; can’t say I saw that coming, no pun intended. I hope he’s had his shots,” I snorted.
“Yep. Sounds like he’s banged her six ways from Sunday, irrespective of her sex noises. Says she sounds like a dying rhino.” I imagined she would, being on thereceiving end of Micah’s dick. Where Micah was concerned, that myth about the considerable size of the black man’s cock was right on. Micah wasextremelywell hung, even more so than Nix.
“Anyways, moving on from Micah’s dick’s social life. What are we going to do about it?”
Rolling my eyes, I shook my head and jammed my helmet on. I was getting weary of the mean girls and their rotten snatches. “Fuck knows. I’m just so done with these bitches, man.”
“Same. So, what you wanna do?” Nix questioned, preparing to place his helmet on.
My eyes narrowed as I glanced across the field towards where the cheer squad were draped on the bleachers. The girls had no direction without their esteemed leader. No doubt Storm had run home to daddy early and ditched her last period after Reed chewed her out.
“Let’s leave Storm alone for a few days, let her stew. No doubt she’s sulking if Reed stuck it to her.”
I so couldn’t be dealing with Storm in a mood, the girl had a resting bitch face that could peel paint.
“I wasn’t talking about Storm. I meant about your mission to ruin the new girl.”
Gnawing my bottom lip between my teeth, I remained silent. I could feel my brother’s eyes drilling into my helmet.
