Page 40 of Wicked Nasty

Jim sits back and crosses his arms. “And just how far did this kiss go, young lady?”

“Uh… I gotta get back to school?”

Liz bursts out laughing as Jim shakes his head. “Too late for that, huh? Spill it.”

“Well… I wouldn’t say we made up. It was… different.”

Liz tilts her head. “Different? So you hate fucked him.”

Jim nearly spits his coffee out. “Excuse me?”

“She’s not wrong…” I look at Liz. “It was intense. One minute we were fighting, the next he had my hands tied together.”

Jim stands from his stool. “Whoa, whoa, whoa.”

“No! I, uh. I liked it? Oh god, I can’t explain it…”

Liz takes my hands in hers. “I get it. Sometimes we need that depraved love.”

“I wouldn’t call it love…”

She winks. “You get what I mean.”

Jim rubs his hand down his face. “Are you at least bein’ safe?”

“I’m on birth control…”

“Lord help me.”

Liz laughs. “Alright. No more boy talk. Let’s have some fun for your birthday!”

As Liz and Jim go on about what we could do for my birthday, my thoughts drift toward Danny and what the consequences of crossing that line will be…

Chapter twelve

Daniel

A Match Into Water

Sittingrestlesslyinmychair in class, I can’t help but notice Becca isn’t here.

Frowning, I take out my phone and text her, hoping for a quick response. But there's nothing, and frustration begins to build inside me.

Irritably, I push my chair back and stand up. The teacher's curious gaze follows me as I stride out of the classroom.

"Where are you going?" She calls after me.

I stop and turn to face her, clenching my jaw. "None of your fucking business," I snap, before continuing on my way to the parking lot. Slamming my car door shut, I start the engine and speed away from school.

The truck stop is only a few miles away. As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I scan the area for Becca's car. It doesn't take long to spot it. Furious now, I storm inside the busy establishment.

Who does she think she is? Just skipping school to what? To get into more trouble?

To avoid seeing me…

I sigh and push that thought out of my head. Becca never said no. She wanted it.Right?

Immediately, I hear Becca's voice carrying through the air. Following the sound, I find her sitting in a small cafe area, tears streaming down her face as she clings to a big trucker dude who is attempting to console her. My stomach twists with jealousy and anger.

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