Page 34 of I Despise You
She’s lying. She has to be.
“I know who and what you are,” she spits. “It’s thanks to my dad you’re here, and I wish you weren’t. I wish you’d get the fuck away from here!”
Her face is contorted in an angry sneer.
My mom’s boss. That sleazebag is Brittany’s father?
I’ve never paid any attention to her last name. Actually, now that I think of it, it’s possible she has her mom’s.
Is my mom really sleeping with Brittany’s father? Has she made such a sacrifice just to make sure that I could get a chance to—?
I break into a run so I can get away from Brittany, because if I don’t, I’m going to do to her something that will end up with me getting expelled. If I do something to her, her father will stop paying for my school.
And my mom...
Brittany has set me up to get me out of here. It was her best chance of achieving what she wants. If I got into any kind of mess with Chase—whether he did something to me or not—he’d take care of me for her.
And if that didn’t work, I’d snap at her for what she did, and it would be over for me anyway.
I can barely believe this shit.
It’s too much. It’s too fucking much.
Maybe I woke up in a parallel dimension.
If only.
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MY SHITTY DAY TURNSeven worse when my gaze meets Chase’s in the hallway. He smiles and winks at me, and I quicken my steps, unwilling to look at him again.
But I have to get to class, and he’s going to be there. I wish more than anything that I could skip it, but the teacher is going to tell us some things that are going to be on the next test for the scholarship.
After what I found out about my mom, I’d hate myself if I didn’t do my best. I should talk to her about it to find out the truth, but I can’t bring myself to do it just yet.
I’m the first person in the classroom, so I take a seat and fix my gaze on my notebooks and books.
No matter what, I won’t look at Chase. I’ll pretend that he’s not sitting behind me.
Once the class fills out, a shadow falls over me.
“I’d love a repeat,” Chase whispers into my ear, and I go still as a statue. “How about tonight? There are plenty of more things I’d like to do to you.”
The teacher shows up, so he returns to his seat. My breathing quickens, and I can’t think about school anymore.
I’m back in Chase’s room, and his hands are gliding down my body.
I can’t move.
His cock pushes against...
I get to my feet, nausea rising at the back of my throat.
I can’t do this.
I thought I could, but I can’t.
It’s too soon. Too raw. Too real.
