Page 10 of Ivy's Venom

Now she had Amelia wrapped around her finger and all I want to do is wrap my hand around her throat and strangle her, or kiss her, maybe fucking both. It’s hard to separate shit in my head when I see her because on one hand, she’s my first real crush from when we were kids and on the other, she took something so important away from me.

“Ivy is back.” I hear a few chicks murmuring.

“I heard she went to a reform school for wayward teens.”

“What the fuck is a wayward?” A dumb fucking chick asks.

“Like bad kids.”

“Oh, because she was the reason that girl died a few years ago, right?” Another chimes in.

“Yeah, my dad thinks she should’ve gone to juvie for that but her parents paid off the judge.” Fucking right she should have.

Her parents didn’t pay off fucking anyone, my traitor father didn’t press charges, and I don’t think I will ever see him the same again.

“Is she racing tonight?”

“Should she even be driving?” Great fucking question.

“I saw her race last year and she’s good, she came in first.” Huh.

“I think your boyfriend is over there talking to her, Riley.”

“What?” A tall blonde whips her head around to look.

She’s wearing a small tube dress in a loud pink colour and tottering on heels tall enough to call stilts.

“You should go over there,” a girl pipes up. “I’ve heard about her venom.”

Venom.

If that ain’t the fucking truth, Ivy’s venom is potent, and the smallest amount draws you in... then kills you.

The girl on stilts stumbles her way back over towards Ivy with her band of girls behind her for back up, and I follow far enough behind not to be seen but close enough that I can hear what’s going down.

“Pat,” Stilt girl shouts, “what’s going on?”

“Just some friendly wagering.” The boyfriend answers.

“Is this your girlfriend, Pat?” Her voice is like smoke and ice.

“Yes, I am.” Stilts exclaims.

“Nice.” Ivy replies and I look around the girl to see her hop off her hood.

She rounds the front of her car and motions to the two guys with her to back up. She gets in and rolls the window down as her car rumbles loudly to life.

“Pat,” she calls out as the guy heads for his car, “we’ll discuss details when you catch up to me at the finish line.”

Cocky little bitch. I hope this fucking guy smokes her.

She drives up to the starting line and revs her engine as she waits for this Pat dude to pull up beside her. I stand transfixed, watching her car, and waiting with bated breath for her to move.

“She’s misunderstood.” Amelia’s voice comes from behind me.

“She killed our sister.” I growl without taking my eyes off the snake in her car.

“Dad believes otherwise, Neil. He says Charlotte wasn’t acting right for a while.” Amelia’s words only push me to further anger.

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