Page 32 of Kicking It with the Point Guard

My breath hitches with the intensity of her gaze.

“It’s the same people who stole my clothes when I was in the shower and who threw the orange at me.”

“Someone stole your clothes?”

“That first day we had tutoring.” She blushes. “That’s why I was so rude and just left before we could even start. I also yelled at Professor Drivels right before that, so I wasn’t in the best of ways.”

“Someone is picking on you.” I step closer to her, and she sucks in a breath.

“Several someones, but yes.”

“Who is it?” I bring my hand up, cupping the cheek that was bruised.

She flinches, but I’m not sure if it’s from my touch or from my question.

“I… I don’t want to say.” She pulls away from me, and my hand falls from her face, the cold night air chilling my palm.

“You don’t have to tell me.”

“It’s not that I don’t want to,” she starts, then stops abruptly, turning away from me.

“Cam, baby. I didn’t know you’d be here.” Allyson’s nasally voice reaches us.

I flinch.

An arm that doesn’t belong to Violet wraps itself through mine, and I immediately yank away from it.

“Thanks for keeping my man busy. You may go now.” She sneers at Violet, who returns the look with a flat one of her own. Without another word, Violet leaves me here with the person I was trying so hard to avoid.

“God.” Allyson huffs. “I thought she’d never leave.” She flips her long hair over her shoulder and tries to wrap her arm through mine again. “That little bitch is tougher than she looks.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?” I ask. “What have you done?

“Nothing that she didn’t deserve,” she says, a malicious gleam in her eyes.

I shrug her off and race after Violet. Allyson is up to something.

An indignant shriek reaches my ears over the din of the party, which quickly grows quiet.

I’m too late.

Violet

Stupid Allyson and her stupid good looks. She looked so good wrapped up with Cameron.

I don’t know why I’m so upset. It’s not like I have any claim over the guy. But seeing her snuggle up to him made my vision go red.

I stomp back into the house to look for Mia. I’m ready to go, and she said that we were each other’s get-out-of-jail-free card.

I don’t see her in the house, so she must be outside.

Not in the mood to run into head bitch again, I decide to try the front yard first. If she’s not there, then I missed her out back in my haste to avoid the barf-fest that is Allyson and Cameron.

The front door is propped open. Probably as a way to keep all the bodies inside cool. Not that there are many bodies in there right now.

The night air washes over me, and then I’m bombarded with ice cold… something. It’s wet, and it smells like rotten milk.

I shriek, and the noises around me quieten. Then, off to my left, I hear a snicker, then two, and then laughter surrounds me.

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