Page 53 of Dirty Love

The two of them move along out of earshot and I bite down on the inside of my cheek, fighting a panic attack while I look around at the rest of the students in here.

I need Kade.

Abandoning the essay I’m working on, I shove my stuff into my bag and all but run for the door, keeping my head down while I walk the empty halls and make my way to his class. I won’t be able to go in there with him, but I figure I can just stand right outside the door for forty minutes and wait for him to get out.

Feeling eyes on me from somewhere, I look over my shoulder just as I round the corner, squealing before I can stop it when I bounce right into someone.

“Why so jumpy?” Jasper asks, catching me by my elbows to back me up the way I came. “Wanna go for a walk?”

“Get the fuck away from m—”

“Shh,” he whispers, lifting a silver blade to my lips. “I know you like to scream, but I wouldn’t make too much noise if I were you.”

My heart beats out of control and I run around him without thinking, desperate to get to Kade, locking my jaw when he fists my hair and pulls my chest to his.

“You know you dropped this in the church the other night, right?” he asks, shaking his head at me as he moves the knife down to my throat. “I’m a little sad I missed the show, but tell me something, Nicky,” he goes on, teasing my flesh with the razor sharp edge. “Does your brother fuck like he fights? Because—”

“What have you done?” I choke out, unable to hide the terror in my eyes. “What did you tell them?”

“Sweetie, please, don’t get upset,” he says softly. “I didn’t say anything about you and Kade and I won’t.”

“But we’re not even—”

“Of course you’re not,” he cuts in, chuckling to himself while he continues walking me backwards. “Because Kade wouldn’t even dream of touching another boy, would he? He hates gays just like your daddy does, and now he hates you, too.” He feigns a pout, leaning in to speak over my lips. “That’s what I told them.”

“Why… why would you do that?”

“Why?” he echoes, his pale eyes darkening with something that looks like rage. “Your brother beat the shit out of me just for touching you and you’re asking me why? Are you fucking stupid?”

I keep my mouth shut and he grits his teeth, turning on me to shove me up into the lockers. Wincing at the pain in my back, I hold my breath and keep my head as still as possible, fucking terrified he’s about to cut me open with the knife he’s pushing against my throat.

“Wanna go for a walk?” he asks again, his tone switching from mad to teasing.

“What are you talking about?”

“Well, I’m so glad you asked,” he says dramatically, smirking when he catches the mixture of confusion and fear on my face. “I’m gonna drug you and take you out to the football field, nice and private, then I’m gonna pin you down beneath the bleachers and put my dick in your ass,” he explains, shrugging as if that’s a completely normal thing to say to someone. “I haven’t decided if I want you on your back or your knees yet, but we’ll sort that out when we get there.”

“Jas…” I try, but he ignores me, running his free hand over my back to dip his fingers beneath my jeans.

“Then I’m gonna take a few pictures of you getting fucked by a boy, keeping my face out of the shot, because, you know, gay haters and all that, and—fuck me, do you shave?” he groans, roughly shoving his dry finger into my hole, yanking me into him until my chest bumps his. “God, I can’t wait to get in here.”

My tears fall freely and I fight a sob, knowing I can’t move unless I want to die right here in this hallway.

“You wanna know the best part?” he asks, using the tip of the blade to draw a line on my cheek. “As soon as I send my new pictures to everyone in town, they’re gonna be lining up to skin your ass alive. They’ll probably kill you, won’t they? You’ll be the one in the ground and Kade’ll lose his fucking mind without you, piece by piece until there’s nothing left of it. That’s his punishment for pissing me off.”

“He’ll find you first,” I breathe out, wincing at the burning pain in my ass. “Don’t you get that? You might be able to do whatever you want to me with that knife in your hand but you’re already a dead boy walking.”

He hums like he doesn’t give a fuck and rips his finger out, shoving his hand into his back pocket to lift a white pill to my mouth. “Open up for me, sweetie.”

No drugs unless they come from me.

I squeeze my lips together and he glares, forcing his fingers into my mouth to pry my teeth open. I take a risk and try to bite him, but then a few familiar voices fill my ears and he clicks his tongue.

“No fun,” he complains, quickly spinning me around to trade places with me, fisting my hoodie to keep me close as he leans back against the lockers. “I really did want to show your brother a picture of my cum leaking out of your sexy hole, but we’re gonna have to skip the good bits and get straight to the last part.”

“What the hell are y—”

“Dude, get off me!” he shouts, shoving me back as hard as he can. “Are you outta your fucking mind?”

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