Page 2 of Insincerely Yours
The table erupts with laughter.
“Wouldn’t be surprised,” one of Sienna’s minions interjects. “I hear that happens to anorexics. I mean, what does she weigh? Seventy pounds? My little sister has more of an ass, and she’s eight.”
There’s no way in hell I’m going to give these assholes the satisfaction of seeing me cry.
I grip my tray and prepare to stand, but Trent anticipates the move because his arm tightens around my shoulder, the pressure pinning me back down.
“Come on, Rivers,” he barks, no doubt looking over at Jase. “Spill. Is she really all dried up, or could you not stomach having to tap this?”
Silence.
“Awww, is that what happened? You throw your ugly-ass cooch at him, and he told you to fuck off?” Trent’s laugh lowers into something far worse as he whispers into my ear. “Perhaps I’ll just have to give it an exam of my own.”
Every warning bell in my head screams Bloody Murder as I see Sienna’s posse skipping over to the cafeteria attendants, giggling. They say no more than a sentence or two, and I watch in horror as Mr. Whitehouse and Mrs. Teller both look out into the hallway, concern painting their expressions. And just like that, they leave.
No.
No, no, no, no!
I’m literally about to scream as Trent’s free hand goes to his pants, but to my relief, he only pulls his phone out of his pocket. Still, I’m not waiting to find out what he’ll do with it. I try to wrench myself free by sliding sideways instead, but the asshole’s hand clamps my upper arm and drags me right up against him.
All the long while, my stupid, traitorous heart keeps holding out hope that Jase’s voice will break through the commotion, to tell him to stop, to stand up for me.
Trent lifts his cell with the video recorder function all set to film when—
“I wouldn’t do that if I were you.” There’s no mistaking that voice.
Jase.
He’s doing it.
He’sactuallydoing it.
He’s standing up to these assholes!
He—
“Any video footage you save might have her climbing out of your television in seven days to kill you.”
I’m not sure what’s worse. The fact that Jase is actually that heartless enough only to add fuel to the fire, or the fact that he sounds like he couldn’t give any less of a shit?
It takes everything inside me not to burst into tears, leaving me with a strangled cough as everyone bursts out laughing again.
Trent tosses his phone aside to tug on the front strands of my long, black hair. “Is that true? Are you like that bitch fromThe Ring? Gonna put a curse on me?”
I know I shouldn’t, but something in me snaps.
I finally meet Trent’s eyes, letting every ounce of venom pour out with my words. “I’d curse you with a micropenis, but it’s pretty fucking obvious you already have one.”
The entire table goes so quiet you could hear a grain of rice hit the floor.
Thick, meaty fingers suddenly clamp around the back of my neck as Trent makes sure to conceal his hand behind my curtain of hair. I can’t hide my reaction, wincing at the surge of pain that shoots all the way up into my head at the pressure he delivers against my neck.
“Wrong move, little girl.” Hot breath hisses into my ear, Trent’s laugh void of any amusement. “We don’t have enemies here. We havevictims.”
CHAPTER 1
SORRY I’M A DOWNER
