Page 60 of The Rivals' Touch

I try to bite him because I’ve had enough, but he fists my hair and angles my head back.

“I will fuck you if you don’t stop!”

My nostrils flare and I glare at him. My clit throbs like a bitch, but I stay still. “Go to hell!”

He wets his lips and smiles. “I plan on dragging you down into the fiery pits with me.”

“Let’s shoot some hoops before class,” Zayd comments, standing up and running a hand through his dark hair.

When Jacob finally lets go of me, I scurry off his lap like I’ve been burned.

Amused by the venomous glare I treat him to, he winks. “See you later, princess.”

As they disappear through the doorway, Abigail asks, “Are you okay?”

“I’m good.”

I’m not. I’m fucking horny and bothered.

She scoots her chair back and comes to stand in front of me. Her warm hand slides down my arm in a comforting touch reserved for friends. “Are you sure?”

I tuck my hair behind my ear and meet her green eyes. “I’m fine.”

“Are you pals now?” Legacy sneers, rounding the table.

Abigail doesn’t cower. “We’re not all bitches!”

Legacy crosses her arms over her chest, and her eyes flick down to Abigail’s hand on my elbow. “I suggest you walk away.”

“Why?”

Legacy’s posse joins her. It’s like a scene out of Mean Girls. “I’ll make your life hell if you don’t!”

The boys at the table chuckle, watching the showdown.

“You think you’re so fucking perfect because your daddy has money, and you’re fucking Zayd?”

Legacy steps closer. “Walk away now, and you still have a place on the team! What would your mom say if you lost it? How is she, by the way?” She pouts, tilting her head. “The chemo isn’t working, is it? How long does she have left now?”

Abigail visibly shakes next to me.

“What is wrong with you?!” I ask Legacy, staring at her in disbelief. “How fucking cruel can you be?”

Legacy’s eyes snap to me just as Abigail says, “Fine, I concede. You win!”

Abigail walks away, and I run after her, but I don’t get far before Legacy pulls me to a stop.

“Where are you going?”

I stare at her hand on my arm, her red-painted nails. “I have to make sure she’s okay.”

Legacy lowers her voice, her eyes searching mine. “Don’t you get it? She’s into girls.”

“What’s that got to do with anything?”

She steps even closer. “Everybody knows it, Remi. It’s not a secret. I had to make her back off.”

“You’re sick, Legacy!” I hiss, pulling my arm free and chasing after Abigail. I find her sitting on a low brick wall outside the back of the building.

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