Page 108 of If You Dare

But at least I don’t need to worry about Aneesa.

Only myself.

“Why are you doing this? Wes told you to leave me alone.”

“Wes was the mastermind. He planned all of this. He’s just too much of a little bitch to follow through.” Trey bends, twisting his fingers in my hair and nearly ripping it from my scalp. I cry out. “An idiot who fell in love with a little pussy.”

My guts turn watery. Wes planned this ambush back when he was still plotting his revenge against me. If it’s anything like the night of manhunt, I need to start running.

But I’m too late.

Trey is already aiming a kick at my stomach.

His foot collides with my abdomen so hard, I think my intestines explode. I scream, the pain the only thing I can feel, consuming my entire mind.

He circles me, letting the pain settle deep while he figures out where to land his next blow.

“Tried getting him kicked off campus so we could have a little more fun with you, but you spoiled that, didn’t you?”

My mouth falls open. “You?” I gasp, amazed blood isn’t pooling from my mouth. “You were the one who reported Wes to Dean Forrester?”

I can’t believe I blamed Aneesa, even after she swore to me that she didn’t say anything.

“Yep. But thanks to you, Novak’s still here,” he snarls. “Even after everything he did to you, you didn’t send his ass packing. All because you liked riding his cock.”

“Why would you try to get your own captain kicked off campus?”

“Novak never deserved to be captain. And you never deserved his protection. With him gone, guess who would be captain?” I can practically feel Trey’s sneer as he leans down and whispers into my ear. “Guess who would have you all to himself?”

He stops in front of me, and I don’t even have time to flinch before his foot rushes at me, finding its mark between my ribs.

I scream, the sharp pain ripping through every fiber. My vision flashes once, twice.

I try to scramble back but don’t get far before I bump against someone’s shoe. They kick me forward, nearly splintering my spine in two. My scream echoes in the empty building.

“Shame you didn’t get to ride my cock at the party,” Trey croons. “We would’ve had so much fun. You never would’ve thought about Novak again.”

My head is spinning, but I still manage to taunt him. “I was already having plenty of fun with Wes before the frat party.”

Trey crouches in front of my face. “I wasn’t talking about that party.” He reaches out and sweeps a strand of hair behind my ear. How he can kick me one second and touch me tenderly the next sickens me. “The one at Novak’s. The one where you drowned your little friend.”

My eyes scramble to find his face, still masked and lips twisted in wicked amusement. “Did you roofie my drink at that party too?”

I never actually drank a drop that night. I started to, but Chloe made me sputter before I could.

“Yep. Amazed you two stayed upright.”

You two.

The blood in my veins hardens to ice.

Youtwo.

The way Chloe was slurring and stumbling shortly after she started drinking. I called her a lightweight, accused her of pregaming without me, when really—

“You spiked Chloe’s drink?”

He pats my cheek before hooking a finger in my mouth. “I told you. That threesome would’ve been mind-blowing.”

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