Page 6 of Sinful as They Come
“Well, whatever. I’m looking forward to it.”
“You just wanna fuck her.” I puffed out more smoke.
“She’s pretty. But I don’t think I see her like that. Plus, I think she has a boyfriend.”
Yeah, I knew all about him. Carter Henderson. Biggest asshole in school. It made sense that he would be dating Holly. He was also on my list. Right at the top. Above Holly, in fact. Sending him to the ER last year was so fucking fun…
“Does she?” I mumbled out.
“Yeah. We only talked for a little while, but she seemed pretty nice.”
“She’s an annoying, little brat.”
Brodie snorted. “Sounds like you wanna fuck her.”
“Fuck no. Can’t imagine anything worse than being with that uptight, pain in the ass.” I didn’t like high maintenance girls like Holly. The girls I fucked didn’t walk around in designer shit and live in mansions. I had spent countless nights pinning girls up against the walls of bar bathrooms, letting them whine and whimper for me as I pushed their cheap dresses up their hips. Girls like that were easy and fun. Girls like Holly made me want to rip my hair out. Either way, thank you Owen McCready from English class for the top-notch fake ID.
“Well, either way. I have a meeting on Wednesday for the paper. You think you can pick me up after? It finishes at four-thirty. You’re not busy that day, are you?”
I rolled my eyes. Fucking Brodie. He was my favorite cousin. Hell, hewas more like my brother. But the last thing I wanted was to be lingering around school after three. Especially if Holly was going to be there as well. The more I avoided her, the better it was for the both of us.
“Can’t you walk home?” I asked, putting out my finished cigarette with a heavy boot. I adjusted my leather jacket, noticing a new tear on the sleeve. Huh.
“It’s, like, thirty minutes to the trailer park. Come on. Please. I’m still jet lagged.”
“You got the bus here.” I rolled my eyes. “A five-hour long bus ride.”
“If you love me, you’ll do it.”
“I actually hate you, Brodie.”
He laughed and gave me a nudge. “Come on. I’ll put in a good word for you with Holly.”
I turned to look at him, sending him a glare. Holly wasn’t my fucking type to begin with. Uptight. Bratty. Too rich for her own fucking good. I wasn’t the slightest bit interested. There was no way to like her after all the years we had spent arguing each other.
“Tell her I hate her,” I muttered at him. My mind flashed back to that moment in English, where she corrected me with so much glee in her voice. She had loved every second of it.
Brodie shot me a look. “Okay, you cannot dislike her that much.”
“I do notdislikeher. Ihateher,” I corrected him.
“She was nice when I talked to her. What did she ever do to you?”
Holly Sutton was anything but nice. And she had been that way since the first time we met. Since the first time me and her locked eyes. I remembered the moment clearly. I remembered all of our interactions clearly – because they always ended in disaster.
“It doesn’t matter. I’ll fucking pick you up,” I said instead of explaining the origin of my pure hatred for Holly Sutton. “But don’t be late.” I wasn’t working Wednesday, so maybe I could get a little painting done before I had to go and pick Brodie up. That was how I spent most of my spare time: either fixing cars at work or painting stuff.
Brodie grinned at me before excusing himself. He wanted to grabsomething to eat before we went back to class, but I was more than happy to pull out another cigarette.
My brain was stuck on what he said. On that stupid shit about me wanting Holly. The idea of me liking her like that made me wanna rip my own eyes out. No way.
She was hot. I wasn’t going to lie about that. But her personality completely ruined that. It ruined her Bambi eyes and her permanently bronzed skin (she always looked like she had just come back from some fancy beach vacation on an expensive island, so the Malibu Barbie nickname seemed to fit her perfectly) and her pouty lips and her silky, brown hair. It ruined her curvy body and her round ass and her big tits. Just hearing one word out of her mouth was enough to make me lose it.
Sucking in a sharp breath, I let my mind go back in time to the first day of fourth grade. There Holly was. The new girl. In her pristine, little outfit. No rips, no creases, no second-hand shit. And there I was. In my old shirt and jeans, my hair too long because dad couldn’t afford to take me to get it cut. Not that he cared. Most kids got one before school started. Not me, though. I liked my dark hair long, anyway.
But Holly looked picture fuckin’ perfect.
We were in the same class. She, for whatever reason, had taken a seat in front of me. And I remembered the asshole that sat right next to us. Carter Henderson. God, that little blond prick pissed me off so much, even back then.
