Page 61 of Evil Boys

It’s already evening, and I’ve barely done any schoolwork at all, let alone eaten dinner. I’ve been attempting to send something back all day, but a part of me wonders if I’m prepared to open Pandora’s box. I stare at the text, reading the words over and over until I almost want to throw the phone out the window.

Fuck it.

Me: Who is this? How did you get my number?

I hit send before I can stop myself again.

Fuck. No going back now.

I lie back on my pillow and wait and wait, my heart going a million miles an hour.

My phone buzzes, and I anxiously check it, only to see Jason’s face.

Jason: Wanna hang out tonight?

Sighing, I text back.

Me: No, thanks. Got some things to take care of first.

Jason: Like what? Getting hungover?

Me: Ha. Ha. Not after last time.

Jason: What? We only cuddled.

Me: Right …

Jason: What did I do wrong this time?

Me: Nothing…

I roll my eyes. Of course, he thinks we only cuddled.

Suddenly, my phone buzzes again.

Unknown: Someone with hands you want around your throat.

Wow.

Why did that make my pussy thump?

Fuck.

I hastily type back.

Me: So it is you. I fucking knew it.

Unknown: Who? Can you even say my name without getting drenched, kitty?

I sit up straight, all the hairs on my arms and legs standing up.

Kitty.

It definitely is him. And now that he’s called me that twice, it’s no longer a coincidence, either.

Me: Do you take pleasure in pretending to be someone’s boyfriend?

Unknown: You don’t have a boyfriend.

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