Page 79 of Make Me Scream
“Open it.” I tell him.
“What?” he balks.
“Just fucking open it and tell me.”
“All right, don’t get your panties in a twist.” I huff but turn my back to him as he tears it open without preamble.
The silence screams as Abel flips through the pages, reading quietly and taking his sweet ass fucking time.
“Well, Baxter,” he drawls, and my breath hitches, heart sinking into my ass. “It’s been nice knowing ya.”
CHAPTER 24
PERIS
“Well, our boy is leaving us!”Gabe shouts to the room at large, and I roll my eyes, even as I lift my beer into the air. I catch Abel’s smirk out of the corner of my eye and roll my eyes at him. “Congrats on the scholarship, buddy. You fucking deserve it!”
Resounding cheers echo around us, and I nod my thanks to the people that come up and give me congratulations, some slapping me on the back, others nudging me and nearly spilling my drink.
“You did it, man,” Gabe says as he comes up beside me some time later.
I shrug, feigning nonchalance, even though my heart still hasn’t settled since Abel turned toward me earlier with that stupid smirk on his crooked face and said, “And you doubted yourself like a moron.” Then, he shoved the papers into my chest and walked out of the bathroom, shouting at Mom to come congratulate me.
I haven’t really been alone since—and not with Abel. He hasn’t been avoiding me like he was, but it seems like every opportunity we have to be alone, there seems to be something that comes up, and other people find their way around us.
Like this party Gabe decided to throw me.
I’m pretty sure it was just an excuse for him to throw one, but free booze is free booze, I guess. And it gets me out of the house, where Mom has been suffocating ever since Abel left, constantly doting on me and wanting to be around twenty-four-seven when she’s not at work.
I understand she’s in pain and going through a loss, too, and after what we talked about… but space… I need some damn space before I lose my mind.
“You don’t seem in the partying mood,” he says, and I shrug again. Abel saunters across the floor, a different colored Solo cup in his hand this time, and I narrow my eyes, watching the sway of his ass in his low-slung jeans, chains clanging with each step. They’ve got more fucking holes than material, showcasing his pink boxers beneath and his many, many scars. His shirt is tight and cropped, and it’s black with the word “faggot” written across it in pink, sparkly letters. It matches well with the new pink, sparkling plugs he has in his ear lobes, which makes me narrow my eyes, wondering where the fuck all of these new clothes and shit has come from.
My fingers crush the cup in my hand in jealously, knowing other people can see those parts of him, the parts he needs to keep hidden.
“Peris, I wouldn’t.”
“No, fuck that.” I don’t realize I’ve said it out loud until I hear Gabe’s sigh. I chug the rest of my beer and thrust the cup at him before striding over to Abel and wrapping my fingers around the back of his neck. He freezes in his game of beer pong.
“Yes?” he asks, tilting his head to the side to peer up at me. His eyes are rimmed in black, lashes just as dark and longer than I’ve ever seen them. I swallow heavily, feeling a deep throb in my groin at how fucking hot he looks.
“What are you doing?” I ask, trying to stay calm.
I’m not feeling calm at all.
I’m feeling irrational and a bit crazed.
And I want to choke him. With my dick.
“What’s it look like?” he asks, lashes fluttering, lips parted with his breaths.
“Yo, Silver, let’s go.”
“Shut the fuck up. We’re talking,” I snap at whoever is trying to talk to my runt.
“Now, baby boy, don’t be rude. We’re playing a game that you interrupted.”
“I don’t give a fuck. Come here.” I snatch his arm and yank him toward the edge of the room, away from the masses of bodies and heavy conversations. He sighs loudly as his back slams into the wall, but he slumps against it all the same, willing me to maneuver him however I want.
