Page 32 of Evil Boys

Some fucker out there knows exactly who I am and that I kill people for fun. And not only that, he fucking used it against me and turned me into a wet puddle with my own fucking knife.

It feels like the entire ceiling is caving in on me.

Why? Fucking why?

All I wanted was an outlet. I’m the princess of the family, the one who needs to excel, the one who’s supposed to take over my father’s grand business because he deems my brother irresponsible. He chose this college, not me. I was just here to study and be steamrolled into the company.

I just needed the release.

This one part of me that no one has to know about.

And now they do.

Sighing, I get out of bed and march downstairs toward the kitchen to grab a chocolate bar, munching on it until it’s all gone.

“Wow, and I thought you wanted to lose weight,” Jason says.

I frown when he steps into the kitchen, still wearing that white mask he got at the party. I threw mine in the trash immediately when I got home.

“How’d you get in here?” I ask.

“Hey, Lana!” Brooke waves from the hallway, her lipstick smeared and one of her broken heels in her hand.

“Well, that explains it,” I mutter, and I take another bite.

“Where were you? You disappeared on us out of nowhere,” Jason says, lifting the mask so it’s on top of his head.

“I’m gonna go upstairs and crash. G’night!” Brooke yells from the hallway.

“I was exploring the Phantom building,” I say.

“And? Did you find something interesting?”

“Nope,” I lie.

Not gonna bother him with the nitty-gritty details, especially not when I’m still trying to keep up that good-princess persona I have going for me.

“Bummer. I’d hoped skipping out on more dancing with me would’ve been worth your trouble,” he muses as he plants his hands on the counter beside me, trapping me. “Because I definitely missed you.”

“Did you, now?” I muse, raising a brow as I put my hands around his waist.

“We don’t need a party or the music to dance.” He lowers his mask again.

I snort. “Why are you still wearing that?”

“I like it,” he replies. “Doesn’t it make me look sexy?” I giggle as he puts my hair behind my ear, his hand lingering to cup my face. “And I don’t need to dance at a party to know I want to kiss you.”

As his lips touch mine, a memory flashes through my mind of the guy in the suit licking the rim of my ear, making me turn away. God, that fucker has already invaded my mind.

“Something wrong?” Jason asks.

I pick up a wineglass and take out the bottle of wine from the cupboard. “It’s just that I realized I haven’t even gotten drunk tonight. And I don’t want to be the only sober person on campus right now.” I pour in the entire glass and chug it down.

“Well, pour me some too, then.” Jason grins as he slides a glass across the counter. I fill it up and hand it back.

“There you go.”

“Thanks,” he says, and he takes a sip.

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