Page 86 of Sinful as They Come
“You know exactly what you fucking did.”
“Say it.” Carter stepped up to me. “You always hated, Holly, right? Why don’t you say it out loud, huh? How I was fucking a different girl every night without her ever knowing. Say it. You never liked her. Actually, you know what? You and me actually have a lot in common. ‘Cause I never liked her either.”
God, he was asking for it.
I looked over at Holly. She was wiping at her eyes, her lips trembling a little, looking away from Carter. Carter was way too good at breaking Holly down. My bag hit the floor as I turned back to look at Holly’s stupid fucking ex. If he wanted to start shit, then I was more than ready to end it.
“Don’t think for one fucking second that you and me have anything in common,” I told him with gritted teeth.
“You’re right. You’re not like me. What was I thinking?” He grinned. “I have a house, and you have that lil’ old trailer. How’s that thing doing? You guys get electricity in there yet?”
“You say one more stupid fucking thing and I’m taking your head off,” I warned him. “You didn’t learn your lesson at that party?”
Carter just carried on looking at me with that stupid fucking smile. He had his guys with him and probably thought I’d be too scared to hit him if he had back up. Back up didn’t scare me. That was just an invitation to throw more punches.
“Easy, easy.” Carter held his hands up. “I come in peace. You should tone it down. I’m just here ‘cause I’ve noticed that you and Holly seem to be alittle friendly now. I keep seeing you two together.”
The only reason Holly was hanging around me was because she was hanging out with Brodie – and that was only because Holly had gone from having hundreds of friends to zero. She didn’t know who she could trust.
“Yeah, and?” I shrugged, very much aware of the fact of how many people had stopped in the hallways to observe my early morning argument with Carter. “You two broke up. No need to keep an eye on her anymore. Might wanna focus on getting better at throwing that football around since you’re not even fucking good at it.”
Carter clenched his teeth. “You think talking shit about me is gonna impress her?”
“I’m not trying to impress anyone.”
“Good. Don’t waste your time on that one.” Carter gave Holly a sharp nod. “If she didn’t fuck me, then she’s not gonna fuck you, Trailer Park Trash. She doesn’t put out.”
Holly suddenly ran past us. She let out a choked sob and I turned for a quick second to see her curls bouncing as she made her speedy and sudden escape. I heard laughter. The people who had stopped and stared and were unable to mind their own fucking business were taking joy in Holly’s pain.
Unfiltered rage took over my body.
I was gonna have to fucking hit this guy again. I slammed a fist into Carter’s eye and took joy in the pained grunt that left his mouth. I yanked at his shirt, pulling him my way so that I could get him on the ground. Landing fist after fist to every inch of his face that I could get, I was very much aware of the blood spilling from his mouth and nose. The sight of him in pain just spurred me on. Good. If anyone fucking deserved it, it was Carter Henderson.
All I felt was fury. It overtook me. The sight of Holly in tears… It once again brought out that stupid protective side of me. I hated seeing girls cry. I especially hated seeing Holly cry. I was ready to admit it. When me and Holly fought it was all stupid, little arguments that didn’t mean shit. I had never pushed her to tears: that was never my intention.
And now that was four times that I had seen Holly Sutton break downin tears. All four times had been thanks to her boyfriend. Whatever the reason for my anger, seeing Holly with wet eyes made we want to kill the one who had hurt her.
Hands tried to tug me backwards. First there was one pair, probably belonging to Brodie. Then I felt more and more hands pulling me from the bleeding Carter. Craning my neck, I saw Principal Yorke with his arms crossed not too far away. He looked ready to scream my ears off.
Brodie had his hands on my chest as he pushed me back, putting some distance between me and Carter. I shoved some of my long hair out of my face so that I could get a good look at him. That blond asshole was on the floor, groaning softly. More and more blood poured out of him. Good.
“You got anything else to fuckin’ say?” I yelled.
His friends scowled at me, one of them yanking Carter off the ground, probably trying to help Carter salvage some of his pride. The guy seemed to have an endless amount of it, so he’d be fine.
“Sawyer Westbrook,” Principal Yorke called out from my side. “My office. Immediately. Mr. Henderson, once you’re cleaned up, you’ll see me too.”
Carter groaned again in response. I was so tempted to go over there and kick him in the head and truly turn his brain into a mess, but Principal Yorke kept a firm hand on my shoulder as he marched me to his office.
The room was smaller than I remembered, but it was still a familiar place. I had been in there a lot. Not so much this year, but I had spent a good chunk of the last few years staring at Principal Yorke as he yapped on about how I was throwing my life away with my shitty grades and constant fights.
“He deserved it,” was the first thing I said when I sat down in the chair. “You can suspend me for as long as you want, but that asshole was fucking asking for it.”
“Mr. Henderson deserved to get punched so hard that he started bleeding, hm?” The man crossed his arms over his chest.
“He’s lucky I didn’t send him to the fucking ER again,” I snapped.
“Sawyer!”
