Page 19 of Vicious Punks
“Give me something here, Nicola. Anything. What your brother likes or dislikes,” I plead, begging at this point because I’m coming up empty so far on what to do.
Any information would be helpful in exacting my revenge.
“Nicky keeps to himself really, he never smiles. He’s serious all the time, but I can’t blame him. He’s been trained by my father- Wanker!” Nicola’s head ticks to the side and she pokes Evan in the shoulder with both hands repeatedly, before she stops to glance between us both with a shrug. “Sorry, I’ve been watching Peaky Blinders. It’s uncontrollable.” She glances away with her jaw clenched like she’s embarrassed and I can’t imagine what she’s feeling, but the uniqueness of her makes her a gem in a world filled with assholes.
“I, uh, like it. Don’t be sorry!” Evan blurts out, rubbing the back of his neck nervously as the tip of his ears turn beet red.
“Thanks,” Nicola whispers softly, clearing her throat before looking at me all serious. “Well, Nicky is hard to read, but he enjoys being around his best friends. Having their backs. He likes reading and the quietness. Racing. Karate is kind of programmed into him, but he likes that too,” Nicola says, but jumps with a squeak when my palm smacks the table as I lean over, practically in her face.
“Back the fuck up. Racing?” I ask excitedly, seconds away from shaking her as my own hands tremble.
“Yeah. Father doesn’t approve. Says it’s a waste of time when he could do something else that benefits the family. As a matter of fact- Big titties! Little waist,” Nicola suddenly says and smacks her head as she mutters something under her breath about never listening to that song again.
“What! What is it? Tell me!” I’m hanging by a thread here, feeling like a junky.
“There's a race tonight. Nicky mentioned it in passing, he probably knows I’m going to try to sneak out again to follow him, but he hates me anywhere near places that could possibly put me in danger,” she mumbles, squinting her eyes at Evan who’s just been staring at her with wonder in his gaze, but I’m done listening.
A grin spreads across my face, smiling so big my teeth show and both of them draw back in their seats looking at me warily.
“What?” Nicola questions hesitantly.
“She’s scaring me,” Evan says, reaching out to grip Nicola’s arm and she quickly glances down at his hand with her mouth popping open.
That look… has no one ever touched her before like that? With affection?
“I know what I’m doing tonight,” I chuckle, it probably sounds crazy but this is my time to shine and beat Nicky at something that will put him down a few pegs.
“I’m almost scared to ask, but what are we doing?” Nicola breaths out, reaching out to grasp Evan’s arm in return in excitement.
“We’re going to a race tonight.” My voice comes out raspy and breathless, knowing someone has my back.
This is one step closer.
I have a fever, a sickening need to breathe in vengeance.
Nicky
“She makes me want to murder her,” I grind out through my teeth with a hiss in the computer lab as I glare at the screen.
The nagging feeling of checking the school's cameras kept bugging me. I knew she would do something like this because she’s trouble. She won’t listen to a word I say without giving back sass and narrowing her beautiful eyes at me.
I watch Tillie look left and right before crouching down to book it across the parking lot with my sister right by her side. My sister! How the hell do they know each other already? I was hoping to keep Nicola away from Tillie, she’s only going to get my little sister into trouble. Just where do they think they are going without my permission?
“Brat,” I mutter harshly in Japanese under my breath and zoom in on the image just as she opens the passenger door to Nicola’s Jaguar.
Not on my watch. I’m going to have to teach Tillie a little lesson… My chair crashes to the ground as I suddenly stand up at what I see on the computer screen.
“Nandayo!” I yell in japanese at no one, causing the girl next to me to jump in her seat and quickly scoot away.
My hand grips the computer mouse so tightly that it cracks under the pressure as I try to pause the image of that guy sneaking into the backseat of Nicola's car. At least he has the grace to look scared because yeah, I’m going to toss his body into the school dumpster where he’ll melt over the weekend under the California sunshine.
Huffing under my breath and running my hand through my hair, I log off just before the nosy teacher tries to peak over my shoulder.
“Nicholas, please pick up your chair and return to your work or I’ll give you detention for disturbing the class,” Mr. Cass says in a haughty voice with a smirk.
“You do that. I’ll personally make sure that the school board and the parents find out just what you have hiding on your computer.” Sarcasm is thick in my voice and hearing him gulp nervously almost makes me smile. “It’s under the top picture file, is it not?” I tilt my head, staring down at him as he stutters.
No one talks down to me. Maybe I’ll send that file to the school board this weekend. I’m sure they’ll wonder why one of their teachers has pictures of female students' underwear on his computer. Fucking pervert. I’d bet my left nut that he would be a potential client of my father’s, and that just makes me take a step closer to him, wanting to snap his weak neck. I take a deep breath as I lean closer, down towards his short height, smelling his sweat, and enjoying the color drain from his pudgy face.
