Page 12 of Forgive Me For I Have Sinned

I shut the door of my car and arm the alarm. "Hey, nice car, man," one of the guys says from the porch. "You borrowed it from your dad?"

I almost choke on my spit and clear my throat. "Yeah, man, my parents are divorced 'n shit. My dad lets me borrow it when he's out of town."

"Not a bad way to get pussy."

I walk up the steps and smirk. "Yeah, the car gets the chicks every time."

I can tell the guy is high as a kite, practically falling over the wooden railing.

Fucking idiot.

I'm going to kill Reid. I hate these Ohio pricks. Most of them think they're hot shit and think every girl is a game because they play a sport.

"Go on in, man; there's plenty of liquor and pussy." He laughs. I blink. "Just pick one. This one hot chick came in with another one all pissed and shit. She has dark hair, but she has these eyes. All the guys are going crazy over her."

I raise my brows, pulling open the door. "I bet."

I need to find Valen and get the fuck out of here before I lose it and punch someone, or worse, make them disappear. I just hope I don't find him fucking in a room somewhere.

Making my way through the throng of bodies, I walk toward the back patio, where a group of people are forming a circle around a girl losing her shit and screaming at a guy with a girl in his lap.

"You fucking asshole!" she yells.

The girl sitting in the guy's lap tears her lips from his neck. "Get lost, bitch," she snarls.

The guy angles his head, wide-eyed, and lifts his hands in mock surrender like the girl fell on his lap and he doesn’t know how she got there. "Melody, it's not what you think."

Laughter. "Damn, dude," one guy says. "That's fucked up. You got caught. Own that shit."

The girl with ash blonde hair turns around, and I notice that she's young. She has to be fifteen or sixteen tops. This asshole is fucking a sixteen-year-old?

Valen comes up behind me, and I roll my eyes because he keeps looking at a girl with the same ash-blonde hair arguing with a guy on the other side. The guy pushes her to the side when she steps in front of him, but I don't miss Valen's hands balling into fists or the hard set of his jaw. Interesting.

"Adam, stop!" she screams when he lunges toward the guy with the girl on his lap.

He doesn't. Adam walks up and punches the guy in the face, causing the girl to fall off his lap. "You think my little sister is some whore you can play with? Huh, bitch!"

The guy gets up and rushes Adam to the floor, and they go at it. Blow for blow. Fists flying. Flesh connecting with flesh.

"Stop it! Both of you!" I hear a loud voice that I recognize, causing me to whip my head in that direction.

"No fucking way! She came!" Valen points, and I follow, landing on eyes that haunt my dreams. "I dig the hair," he adds.

"Shut the fuck up." I growl.

I don't want her to notice me. Not yet. Why is she here? Veronica looks...different. She's not the same girl I first met and decided to fuck that night. I look around but don't see a guy then I remember what the dork out front said about the girl with the eyes. She came with a female. Putting two and two together. She showed up with the young girl. The question is, how does she know a girl that young, and why the change of hair?

I watch when another asshole from Ohio with a football jacket saunters up next to her. I try to relax when I catch myself grinding my teeth with how he eats her up with his eyes. But what I notice are his hands.

CHAPTER 5

Veronica

This is exactly why I came. To avoid this crap. I knew this would get out of hand.

"Adam, get off of him," I demand.

Adam looks up, his eyes full of anger, and I notice a cut on his bottom lip already swelling. He might hate me right now, but I'm helping him out. He can get kicked off the team or lose his spot, or worse, get expelled, losing his scholarship before setting foot on campus.

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