Page 11 of Ghouls and Girth
“Class is over.Let’s go,” I say.
Bianca scoffs, shakes her head, and nudges me with her elbow.
“Are you really going to leave him high and dry?Bitch, his blue balls are visible from space,” she murmurs next to my ear.
I roll my eyes, ignoring the heat rising in my face, and thread my arm in hers.
“Yes.Time to go,” I insist.
Gabby digs her heels into the grass.
“Wait, you said we’d be safe here,” she balks.
Trista bites her lip, pulls her hair over her shoulder, and skirts around us with her eyes fastened on the door of the mausoleum.
My heart sinks into my toes.I don’t need to look.I know what’s in the doorway.The heat of Mr.Swanky Grouchypants’s glare prickles against my skin.
“I lied,” I say as chills run down my spine.
My heart races like a rabbit caught in a snare.
“We need to leave.Now,” I hiss.
“But—”
“Now,” I demand as I pull them toward the vehicle.Mr.Grunty Hunk cocks his head and lifts a derisive brow as I haul my friends around him as far as the reflection pool and benches will allow.
“You’re scaring me,” Gabby whimpers.
“Sorry, but something’s off.We need to get Trista and—”
“Where are you going, little sis?”
My stepbrother, Bryce, steps into my path.I huff and shift course, but he sidesteps and crosses his arms over his chest.Compared to the goliath still watching from the lawn, his attempt to intimidate me is totally unimpressive.
“We’re going back to the dorms for a girls’ night in.Go away,” I snap.
“Wait, I really need to pee,” Bianca says.
I shake my head and tug my ladies forward.
“We’ll find a place nearby.Let’s—”
“Daisy!Get in the truck,” my stepfather calls from the corner of the parking lot.
The sight of his hairy forearm resting on his opened window curdles my stomach as fear tightens my chest.
The furious line of his mouth and the barely leashed violence in his voice promises pain.Ice infects my veins when I realize he’s glaring at Mr.Grunty Hunk.
He saw.My mother, stepfather, and stepbrother sat in the truck and watched as I melted in the hands of a stranger.
Fuck.
I cannot get in the vehicle with them, no matter what.
“Ow, Daisy, that hurts,” Gabby says.
She pats the back of my hand.I loosen my grip on her forearm.
