Page 97 of Spin The Bottle
The feel of Leila’s hands on me once brought me so much joy and peace, but now it’s just a reminder of everything I did, and what they want me to do. I turn around, stuffing my phone in my pocket and my heart breaks when I see her frowning, placing her hand on my arm.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, glancing down at my pocket. “Is it your brother?”
I shake my head, running a hand through my hair. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. “No, gorgeous, I thought I saw someone.” Before she can say anything, I lean down, pressing a kiss against her cheek and move past her. “I need to use the bathroom.”
I don’t even look back, knowing if I see her face I’m going to break down. When I shut the bathroom door, I pull my phone out and start texting.
Who the fuck is this?
Unknown:
Not important.
End it.
I don’t understand. My fingers tremble with rage as I type away.
Why?
Unknown:
Do as I say or the pictures leak.
My teeth grind so hard it fucking hurts.
I thought you deleted them?
Unknown:
I lied.
“Motherfucker.” The phone in my hand is seconds away from getting crushed like a bug. I should have known whoever got the pictures of my family would have kept them. I still don’t know what they wanted from me. I gave them what they asked for and I hadn’t heard from them. Until now.
Telling me to do the one thing that will break both my heart and the girl out there who owns it.
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Fucked up family tree
“I nearly had him.”
Jordan swats him on the back of his head with a towel, laughing. “You had nothing. You nearly tripped over your own feet.”
Ethan scoffs, shaking his head. “If he hadn’t swerved, I would have had him.”
I nudge Carter on the arm. “Who are they talking about?”
He pulls his shirt on, snickering. “Some kid who made a move on a girl Ethan is seeing. He found him outside of her dorm.” He shrugs. “She swears nothing happened, but you know how girls are.”
I lift my brow at him. Mostly because the only girls I spend time with these days is Leila and her friends, but also because… what the hell does this kid know about women?
He snorts when he sees my face. “Right. You’re in love now and shit.”
I laugh, lacing up my shoes. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.”
“It is for me,” he says, sitting on the bench and lets out a sigh. “I’m allergic to relationships.”
Funny. I used to be like that until I met Leila. I thought relationships were too much work, not worth the trouble. I was so wrong. It’s been less than a month and it’s been the best month of my life.
