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She pulls her arms from my grip and flies at Lylah, who screams like a little bitch, successfully turning all eyes on us.

Chapter Twenty-Seven

Kennedy

“What did you say, you fucking bitch?” I’ve got a handful of Lylah’s hair as I yank her toward me. Her pained shrieks fill the parking lot as kids begin to gather around us.

“You heard me. You’re fucking trash, Kenny.” She spits my name as if it’s acid on her tongue.

“Fuck you.” I shove her hard, hoping she’ll go down, but she manages to stand her ground. “Like you’re any better, going around keying people’s cars.”

“What are you—“

But I don’t wait around to hear her excuses, getting right in her face instead. “You think I’m no good just because I don’t live in a nice house or drive a flashy car?” Anger vibrates deep inside me. “You might walk around in designer clothes with your perfect hair and make-up, but you’re just a nasty soul in a pretty package.”

“Y-you can’t say that to me.” Her lip quivers. “You’re nothing and I’m...”

“Trash?” I quirk a brow, feeling smug. I’m about to walk away. I’m about to do the right thing when she grabs me from behind and scratches her manicured nails down my arm.

I spin around and fist her crisp white school shirt. “I tried being nice. I was going to walk away and let you keep your dignity, but now I’m gonna have to teach you a lesson.”

Someone snickers off the side, and I think it’s Cole.

“You don’t have the balls,” she sneers. “My daddy is—”

Clenching a fist, I cock my arm back and throw it forward, but my body is lifted off the ground at the last second as I’m yanked away from her.

“Conner, what the hell?” I thrash against him as he throws me over his shoulder and marches off toward his car.

“Good luck with that, bro,” Cole yells after us.

“Put me down,” I hiss. “Put me down right this—” He slides me onto the hood of his car, caging me there with his big, annoyingly ripped body.

“I’ll fucking kill her,” I breathe. “I hate her. God, I hate her.”

“Babe, relax.” He nudges his nose up against mine. “She’s no one.”

“She looks at me like I’m dirt on the bottom of her shoe.” I’m not ashamed of where I come from. The Heights is my home. Sure, it hasn’t always been rainbows and roses, but it’s still my home.

My gaze drops to the ground, but Conner slides his fingers under my jaw and tilts my face back to his. “Fuck her. She doesn’t matter, K. None of them do.”

His words soften something inside me, but I’m still fuming. “The three of you make it look so easy.” Sure, they stay true to who they are, but the Bay suits them.

I’m not sure I’ll ever belong here.

“Where’s all this coming from? My Kenny wouldn’t cower to those shallow bitches.”

“Hey, I wasn’t cowering.” I glower at him. “If you’d have let me at her, I would have made a pretty little mess of her face.”

He curves his hand around my neck and leans in close. “My little fighter.”

I fist Conner’s shirt, letting my lips brush over his. “Maybe we should have a little one on one. Just the two of us.” I lift a brow, watchi

ng eagerly as his pupils dilate.

“Fuck, K, you drive me insane.”

“Yeah? Prove it.”

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