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“What do you have to gain by treating me like garbage every day?” I demanded. “I was good enough for you to come to my room but not good enough for a shred of damn respect? What are you hoping to achieve, Rebel?”

I didn’t care who heard me. This needed to be stopped now. I didn’t know what Rebel’s issue was but I was sick of his games.

Amusement danced over his face. He leaned back in his chair, not at all taking me seriously.

“What can I say? I like to play with my toys. Kind of like a cat with a mouse. I need to have some fun before I finish you off.”

“Everything is a game to you, isn’t it?” My temper started to rise despite my efforts to keep my cool. “Well, I’m done playing.”

Anger guided me as I poured my hot coffee in Rebel’s lap. A girl at the next table gasped. Rebel’s eyes widened. I didn’t wait around for his reaction. I didn’t need it the way he seemed to so desperately need mine.

With a small wave to Codie who laughed her ass off, I left the cafeteria. My legs moved automatically, taking me outside. I kept going until I rounded the building and reached the parking lot. It wasn’t hard to find Rebel’s BMW.

Digging my car keys out of my bag, I jammed my house key against his paint and began to carve. I ran on pure adrenaline as I dug the word “Scumbag” into the driver’s side of his car. It didn’t feel as good as I’d hoped. I’d rather jam my key into his eyeballs and dig them out of his head.

Needing to release the rage that filled me, I kicked his side mirror so it hung by the wires inside. Still not good enough. Nothing would make me feel better. That asshole used me. He’d gone out of his way to make me feel inferior before coming to my room and using me for his own pleasure.

How could I have let that happen? It made me sick to think of how I’d succumbed to him. Letting him touch me the way he had. Enjoying the way he’d fucked my mouth. Embracing the power in controlling his pleasure.

I felt sick. Instead of going to my next class, I said screw it and went home. I needed to call Athena once she was out of class. Maybe my best friend could help me make sense of this. If that was even possible.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

REBEL

Sitting there with my crotch burning from Storm’s coffee, I barely stopped myself from pulling down her pants and spanking her naked ass in front of everyone. Somehow I managed to keep myself from going after her when she rushed from the cafeteria. I knew that if I caught her right now, I would lose control. She wasn’t ready for that yet.

As I slowly stood up with my pants soaked, I ignored Codie Edwards and her blatant laughter. She was enjoying my discomfort on behalf of her friend. That was fair. I’d have done the same.

The guy at the next table made the mistake of saying, “Bitches, huh? I swear they’re all crazy.”

I grabbed him by the front of his shirt, jerking him out of his chair. “I don’t want to ever hear you call Storm Masters a bitch again. Got it?”

Without waiting for a reply, I slammed him back down in his seat. Since I couldn’t very well go to class with coffee soaked pants, I decided to head home and call it a day. I didn’t have a change of clothing on hand, and the only apparel sold on school property was sweatpants and hoodies for the school’s sports teams.

Strolling through the school and out to the parking lot with a wet crotch was less than ideal. I stopped in at the closest restroom and used the hand dryer to dry my pants as much as possible first. I had to hand it to Storm, she sure didn’t lie down and take my crap. That only made me want to mess with her that much more. Didn’t she see that? I was convinced that part of her enjoyed this game.

I wasn’t sure why she brought out this side of me. Something about her made me crazy in a way I couldn’t explain. I’d always loved to fuck with people, to get their reactions and see how far I could push them before they snapped. It was fun, and there wasn’t a whole lot of fun in this shitforsaken town.

Storm made it too easy. I didn’t think I would ever tire of the way her eyes flashed with vehemence as she told me off.

As I sauntered up to my car, I chuckled to myself. If anyone else had dared to pour coffee in my lap, they wouldn’t have walked away. I’d have broken them in two.

My gaze landed on the side of my car as I approached with my keys in hand. I did a double take, jerking to a stop. No she fucking didn’t. But she did. Apparently my pet had left me a message.

The word “Scumbag” had been carved along the entire side of my car in huge letters. My pulse pounded in my temples as a deep seated anger rippled through me. My pet deserved a lot more than a spanking. She was going to regret making me drive around like this.

Since I had to meet a buyer at the graveyard tonight, I couldn’t even deal with getting it fixed. Storm may have thought she’d achieved something here, but she was going to soon realize that all she had done was awaken the beast slumbering deep inside me.

Having to drive home with people in other cars staring extra hard at the descriptive label etched into my paint only pissed me off further. I may have to get one of the guys to drive me to campus until I got this fixed. On the other hand, I might force Storm to drive me. It was the least she deserved.

I made sure to back into my driveway so that the side she’d vandalized faced her house. Storm’s car was already parked. She’d come home early too. It took every ounce of strength not to force my way inside her house and punish her.

Later. She needed time to come down from her little high and realize what she’d done. I wanted her to dread every passing moment until I climbed up on her balcony again.

After a shower and a change of clothes, I sprawled on the couch in my room, scrolling through Storm’s social media. Her most recent post was a photo she’d taken in her backyard with the sunlight glinting off her deep red locks.

Feeling cocky, I commented:Soon.

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