Page 51 of Speak

Then she had to go and get all gorgeous for Jonas, wearing his number, made my brother and him laugh with her adorable little antics and this uncontrollable jealousy ripped inside of me. She was under Jonas’ spell as much as he was under hers and it fucking hurt to watch. We whooped the Turner Falls’ Blue Jays that night, and when Jonas got drunk at the bar while we were celebrating, and all the RMU girls were hot and willing, Jonas went back to his hotel room.

I asked him later if he planned on sharing Raven with us, and it was the first time, in a long time, Jonas punched me in the gut.

He spent the entire weekend with her, ignoring me. Riordan reminds me I’m the one that fucked up.

But then the following Monday, the day she wore those sexy thigh highs…fuckI wish I had known what had happened. Jonas spends the week moping around, not telling me a goddamn thing… and her? She looks like the embodiment of anorexia.

I bring Cecilia around after the game on Friday, have her suck him while he’s in a drunk stupor, and wrap up so I can take her from behind. Jonas spends the entire weekend with his dick in Cece. Like it used to be.

Sunday, he’s still drunk, and Cecilia is still hanging on his arm when we leave The Cheeky Irishman Pub, and I spot her, in a brand-new fucking Range Rover, I can’t help the sinister grin that spreads on my face.Yeah bitch, look at him. He doesn’t need you.

She speeds away.

I tag the Range Rover with a tracker later that evening while everyone’s distracted.

By Monday, JoJo seems to be doing a hell of a lot better. Hungover, but better.

Raven? Her lips are chapped. Hair brittle. She walks the halls and the quad like a fucking dirty ghost, haunting the library, avoiding everyone and everything. Her clothes don’t fit her right, and they hang off her body loosely like she ordered them two sizes too big. She’s definitely hasn’t been eating with us. I doubt she’s been eating at all.

Good. I hope she dies of starvation. Less mess for me to clean up.

I decide to fuck with her just a little bit when I spot her in the library before my Advanced Computer Science class, going over her notes for Music Theory. Yes, Jonas told me her entire schedule. “Have a good weekend, Spooks?”

She starts packing up her shit and I grip her hand to stop her, squeezing until I’m sure I’ve crushed a bone or two, but she doesn’t make a face. Not one sound. I want her to fucking scream. I want her to hurt because whatever she did to him… hurt him. I want her to fucking squirm for me, so I decide to tell her all about how our weekend went, and how much we fucked Cecilia senseless and I can see the fresh heartbreak on written all over her face.

It feels so fucking good.

“What the fuck did you do to him? I haven’t seen him like this since-“Paris, I stop myself from saying. I let Raven know exactly what I think of her. That she’strash, unclaimed, and fair fucking game.

Except on Wednesday after first hour, Jonas finds me and corners me by the English department into one of the little gardens RMU has all over the place. “What the fuck did you do to her? Did you break her fucking hand?” He throws a heavy-handed punch, and it lands right on my beautiful face.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” I gaslight, grabbing my handsome, award-winning face.

“Don’t act fucking innocent with me, Chase, I know your work. Do you honestly think I haven’t seen you following her around the entire fucking campus?”

“No idea what you’re saying to me.” I lie. I’ve only looked at the tracker once or twice. The car never moves from the place she parked it and so what if we just so happened to be at the same place, same time? I’d say it was kismet if Jonas wasn’t right about me following her.

To-may-to, to-mah-to.

“Her hand is fucking purple!”

“How is that my fucking fault?”

“Oh my god, Chase just fucking admit it.” he groans out an irritated huff. “I already know it was you. The more you deny the more I’m likely to just call this entire friendship off.”

“You said you no longer claim her. She’s allowed to be fucked with.”

“I didn’t think you’d go and break her fucking hand!” He covers his mouth, then wipes his lips and shakes his head, his hands landing on his uniformed hips.

“Fuck with her or don’t fuck with her, Jonas? You’ve been balls deep in Cecilia since last weekend, flaunting her in front of your fucking specter. Are you seriously telling me I’m not allowed to fuck with her? You said psychological warfare.”

“Psychological you fucking dick. Not physical.”

I shrug my heavy shoulders. “I knew this was another Paris situation. For months we told you-“

“DON’T you dare fucking talk to me about Paris, you fucking bastard. This isnothinglike Paris and you know it.”

“Isn’t it?” I ask.

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