Page 71 of A Vicious Rumor

The sadistic part of my brain told me that this was ultimately a good thing. That she would feel so much pain from seeing me with Kitty that she wouldn't dream of coming near me again, and that ultimately, that's what I needed her to do. Because it was very obvious that I couldn't control myself around Lily, and the more I was around her, the less control I had, and the more danger she was in.

I sighed. It didn't matter. Because I was not going to let Kitty make a laughing stock out of Lily. So, that pretty much made the decision for me. No matter how much what I was about to do would hurt her, I knew it would hurt her less than what Kitty could do to her.

I made my way down the stairs, leaving Lily and everything we'd just done behind me.

I surveyed the remnants of the party when I got to the bottom of the stairs. Half my team was passed out drunk, the other half had random hookup partners of their own. The girls loved the football players, that was for sure.

Kitty was with a few of her "friends" over by the large bonfire that someone had set up. Scissors was opposite her, a few chairs away, looking happy and buzzed and entirely unconcerned about where his girlfriend might be or who she was with. I steeled my nerves and made my way over to where Kitty was sitting. I didn't say a word to her, I just grabbed her by the waist, lifted her out of her seat, sat down and put her ass in my lap so that she was straddling me.

She gasped and I let both of my hands cup her backside, one on each cheek. "You done gossiping with your fucking friends now? Or are you gonna make me wait some more for what you owe me?" I growled at her.

"Hey!" she said in a fake voice. "Behave!"

"You don't like it when I fucking behave," I forced myself to say before squeezing her ass. "Now, come here." I pulled her into me by wrapping a hand around the back of her neck. She pressed her lips to mine and it tasted like plastic.

More specifically, it tasted like sugar coated plastic, with a petroleum lip balm aftertaste. It took everything in me to keep making out with her. Her friends next to us rolled their eyes and said things like, "Geesh, get a room," but I could see their jealous faces, and that's exactly what Kitty wanted.

"Don't need a room," I said, pulling back from her because I absolutely needed a fucking break from her lips on mine before I gagged. "I could fuck her right here if I wanted, and I just fucking might," I said.

I pushed her face aside with my hand and decided to press kisses and bites into her neck, because I thought that might be more palatable, but it wasn't. Whereas Lily smelled beautifully natural, Kitty had all sorts of perfume effusing from her skin. Not to mention the fact that the girl was literally wearing glitter, so I was getting the taste of that in my mouth, as well. It was no wonder she hopped from guy to fucking guy in the high school.

"Oh my gawd, Rock," she gasped far too loudly. My stomach dropped as I saw Lily walk down to the fire pit. She’d taken her makeup off, and she almost looked like she used to. She caught one look at me with Kitty, and she completely stopped walking, just frozen to the spot. I felt even more sick now, even though I knew this was best for both of us.

She needed to never be around me again.

I was toxic.

I would just get in the way of her happiness and success.

Her eyebrows furrowed, and I could see the hurt on her face. Despite the fact that I knew it was for the best, it still wasn't easy to see her hurting like this.

I didn't know what I thought she would do when she saw me like this. Maybe I thought she would run back upstairs and cry. I should have known better. Lily wasn't some weak little girl. She'd more than proved that she was strong, fierce, and not to be messed with. She'd been holding her own at King's Academy and with some of the most vicious girls I'd ever met, which wasn't an easy task.

No, she didn't run away and cry.

Instead, she narrowed her eyes at me, walked over to where Scissors was sitting, and fucking climbed onto his lap. I immediately stopped what I was doing to Kitty. I could feel her trying to recapture my attention, but it wasn't going to work. I held her hands still as she tried desperately to work herself against me, but I had better things to pay attention to.

"Oh, someone's frisky," I heard Scissors say as he wrapped his fucking hands around her ass, dropping the can of beer he was holding.

When his lips touched hers, I fucking lost it. It took me about a half a second to basically throw Kitty to the floor and wrench Lily off the stupid fucker's lap.

"The fuck you think you're doing?" I asked her.

She gave me an incredulous look. "What the hell do you think I'm doing? I'm making out with my boyfriend," she said, putting emphasis on the last word.

"The hell you are," I said. "I'm not going to let you," I started to say, but she cut me off.

"You're not going to let me what? Hm? Let me what, Rock? You're not my boyfriend. You don't want to be my boyfriend. You've made that abundantly clear!" she screamed at me.

People around us started to gather at the commotion. Luckily it wasn't the entire social scene of King's Academy, as half of them were passed out or otherwise occupied, but those that were lucid were definitely paying attention. I should have cared, but at this point, I wasn't thinking about the fact that everyone could hear our fight.

"That doesn't mean I want you fucking making out with him," I said, waving my hand in Scissors' direction. "My God, have some fucking standards!"

"No way!" she fumed. "No way you get to say that to me. You can't just cast me aside and then still try and control who I do and do not kiss! You're not the boss of me! No one is!"

"I don't fucking care about what you want," I said, my anger taking over. "You don't know what you want and you don't know what's best for you. I do, and I know it's not him." I turned to Scissors and clenched my fists. "I'm so fucking tired of you doing this. I know the game you're playing. I know what you're trying to do to me, and it fucking stops now."

Scissors stood up, and that was perfect, because it gave me the opportunity to sucker punch him. He stepped back just in time for me to miss his jaw. I lunged for him again, but firm hands across my body stopped me from moving any further. I looked down, and then around me, and it was my team members. It took several of them to keep me from fucking pummeling the guy into the ground.

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