Page 140 of Evil Boys

I frown. “Well, you sound very supportive.”

“I’m sorry, Lana,” he says, sighing. “I mean, what do you expect? I’m seeing my girl completely covered in some other man’s cum. Of course I’m upset. I mean, why didn’t you tell anyone?”

“Who the fuck should I tell about this, huh?” I scoff. “Felix?”

“No. I don’t know.” He runs his fingers through his hair. “All I can think of is those fuckers having their hands on you …” He shakes his head. “I can’t. I can’t fucking deal with this, man.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m just saying, they must’ve had a reason. And I know how sexy you are and how that might give people the wrong ideas.”

“What?” My jaw drops. “Are you blamingmefor this?”

“No, that’s not what I mean. It’s just that … I don’t want people to look at you like this.”

“Neither do I!”

“I don’t know how to deal with this.”

I can’t believe this.

“So you’re just abandoning me?”

“I … I’m sorry, Lana. I don’t … I can’t … ”

He can’t even finish his fucking sentence.

Coward.

“Fine,” I seethe, then turn around and march off.

“I’m sorry!” he yells. “I’ll tell your father we … broke up.”

I turn around only to yell at him. “Can’t break up if you werenevermy boyfriend!”

I flip him the bird and jump on the bike that I rode here on.

“Hey! How am I supposed to get back home now?” Jason asks, running up to me.

“Fucking figure it out yourself,” I growl, and I rev up the bike. Right as I bolt off, I yell, “And by the way, I faked all of my orgasms!”

The shocked look on his face is a small victory on an otherwise sour night.

But I don’t want to think about him any longer. With no time to waste, I have a bully to meet up with.

LANA

I hop off my bike and march straight toward the Phantom Society building. The two guards outside watch me with keen eyes, but I don’t even grant them one look as I barge toward the entrance.

They broaden their shoulders and lift their arms. “You’re not allowed entry.”

“If you don’t let me through, I will personally cut off your fucking arms.” I hold my knife up for them to see. “With this fucking knife.”

One of them smiles. “I’d love to see you try.”

So I hold up my cell phone and show them the text Nathan sent me where he’s clearly inviting me over for tea before his untimely demise. “Last chance … now are you going to let me enter, or do you want to do this the hard way?”

The one that told me off swallows and lowers his arm but still holds out his hand. “Knife.”

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