Page 20 of The Revenge You Seek
Kane
Ifind myself a seat at the very back of the auditorium and sink into the shadows as more students pour in behind me, filling the seats around me.
The room around me spins and blurs into nothing as I try to get my head around what just happened out in the hall.
She's here.
Scarlett Hunter is at MKU and looking like she's about to attend class.
But she goes to Columbia. Or at least, she did.
I haven’t seen or heard from her since that night. But my brother is dating her little sister. How didn't I know this?
Probably the same reason why they don't know you're attending, asshole,a little voice pipes up in my head.
I never meant to hide college from Kyle, from anyone really. But the thought of saying it out loud and then it all falling through at the last minute terrified me. Everything I've done these past few years has all been to get here, to provide my brother and me with a better life but to get here, I've relied on others coming through on promises they could quite easily break. The risk was too high and I didn't want to get Kyle's hopes up. He already thinks he had a hand in ruining my life when he went down that night.
If I'd told him then I might have gotten the heads up I needed about her being here. Or word would have got back to her that I would be and she'd have changed her mind.
I let out a sigh as I think about the woman who’s consumed so many of my thoughts over the years. There were so many differences between that woman outside this room and the one at that party eighteen months ago.
When I first clocked her at the other end of the hall, I didn't even think it was her, just my mind playing games with me.
But the closer I got, I knew, my body knew.
Her face was thinner, her cheeks hollow and her complexion pale. Her body was so much thinner than it was the night I had my hands on her and my immediate reaction was concern. Something has clearly happened to her, but then I remembered everything she's done to me, all the ways she hurt me, and the anger decimated the concern and raced to the surface.
I clench my fists over and over, trying to expel some of the pent-up anger but it does little to help. I need to get up, to move to go and punch something—or someone. Luca fucking Dunn is top of that list after the drama he caused with Coach this morning, accusing him of breaking the NCAA rules by letting me in as he has. That really ticked Coach off because everyone knows that Coach Butler never does anything against the regulations. It just shows how much trust he has in Coach. I expected him to question me, but I didn't think he'd be quite that angry about my arrival.
It was hard not to smile as we all heard Luca shouting his frustrations at his leader and threatening to go to the athletic director about the decision.
His reaction was everything—and more—than I expected. And now, running into Letty. Well, today couldn't actually get much better.
I shift in my chair, still fighting to keep a lid on things as our professor begins his lecture. I've got my pen poised and ready to start at least one class the way I'd like when the side door opens and a familiar figure steps into the auditorium.
Most are too focused on Professor Nelson to notice the late arrival, although he gives her a hard stare as she makes her way into the room.
Unlike out in the hall, she's got her head held high and her shoulders squared.
I barely manage to contain my laughter at her attempt to look in control.
Clearly, she's forgotten that around me, she has zero control.
I watch her every move, wishing like hell I could easily get up and make my way to sit near her, anything just to torment her a little.
I smile to myself. It's like high school all over again. Only, back then, I just wanted to teach her a lesson for betraying me. Now I want to ruin her for how everything turned out.
I've lost so much because of her, yet she got everything she wanted.
Although her being here right now instead of her beloved Columbia makes me question things, but I don't care enough about her problems to let it affect me.
I slump down in my chair, half-listening to Nelson but mostly focusing on her, picking out all the differences I see in her from last year.
I never should have touched her that night. I knew that before I even laid a finger on her but the temptation after all the years we'd danced around each other way too strong. Then when I had her body pressed up against mine, writhing and begging for more, I knew I'd made a colossal mistake.
My cock swells, tenting my pants, as I vividly recall taking her in the muddy puddle as the party raged behind us.
But as good as my memories are about finally claiming what should have been mine all along, I can't forget what was happening inside that house.
