Page 38 of Web of Lies
“Awesome,” I say, but a name is all I need.
I know what my plans will be tonight when I’m sulking in my room after this terrible day. I can look him up, look up his daughter, and figure out this whole marked issue. Where it started from and who they are.
“Oh, salty sausages, Kaycee, I know—just survive,” Piper says, pleading with wide eyes. “You can do this, they’re brutal here. But you’re strong,” she whispers, tears pooling in her big blue eyes again.
“Then let them bring it.” I nod with a tight smile. Half believing my words, half not. Sure, Kace, declaring war on murdering savages, sounds smart. I mentally stick my tongue out at my rational thoughts. No one said I was street smart.
“Good.” A grin spreads across her face.
Something foreign sparks in her eyes, an emotion I’ve never seen in her perfect persona. Chills fall down my spine, erecting goosebumps along my arms. Her grin holds promises—dark promises. And now I know, I never want to meet the real Piper in a dark alley.
Some people avoid my eyes, shame clouding their every step like a dark rain cloud above. But some? Some stare at me with unwarranted rage. They can’t wait to sink their fangs into the side of my neck and watch every drop of blood fall from my veins until I’m drained completely. I’ve officially stepped into a massive pit of venomous vipers eager to kill. It’s like they live for this, wanting any excuse to come after some innocent person someone declared their enemy. Sure—I came in as their enemy from the moment I walked onto this campus. But having them know it? Will be my ultimate downfall.
Prevail and prosper.
With those words of encouragement from my own mind, I open my locker. If I thought the breakfast debacle was bad, this is worse. I had expected some juvenile name etched into the metal or some sort of stupid nickname. Or maybe I held onto that small hope Chase had left something sweet again. But this?
Wow. It’s huge.
I tilt my head, examining the very large, very pink, and very veiny dildo suction cupped to the back of my locker. The metal clinks as vibrations pulse to life. How on earth could anyone stick that inside themselves? Does it all actually fit? It must be at least fourteen inches long, meaning it’s way too big. In my moments of self-intimacy, my fingers do the job. But this? This vibrating donkey dick-how on earth—
“Holy shit, Kaycee Cole. You know you’re not supposed to bring your kinky sex toys to school!” My face heats with redness I’m sure is visible from space. I’m like a beacon for the astronauts walking on Mars, that blinking red dot guiding them home from their missions. I’m not sure who says those words, some random girl I’ve probably never met, but the voice does its job. By now there’s a crowd around my locker, snickering at my apparent kinky sex toy displayed for the world to see.
My eyes continue to stare at the impossibly large, molded dick, unable to tear them away. Almost like a shitty cliche, I’m staring at a train wreck, and I can’t peel my eyes away from the wreckage. Wreckage. That’s what this dildo signifies. It’s a bomb sitting in my locker, ready to detonate at any second. So—me, being me, I reach around it and deposit some books. Holy smokes, I have to watch how far I lean in, it could have taken my eye out. I grab my books for the day, slamming my locker shut with a thud.
There’s an entire group of kids whispering to one another, laughing at my expense, but I do my best to tune them out. These bullies who’ve marked me want me to cry and cower. But I’ve got real work to do here.
“We saw what you had in your locker, cocksucker!” Says an angry shout erupting from the crowd. Cocksucker? Oh boy, soon my name will get replaced by cocksucker. Everyone in this school will join in, chanting that name, and it’ll stick forever. Just what I need. Not.
“Sometimes a girl has needs,” I say as sarcastically as I can.
Over my shoulder, I direct my voice to the annoying humans surrounding my back. I try to push through the people in front of me, keeping my head low. Hands reach out and knock my books out of my hand, tossing them beneath the feet of several of the students. I sigh, staring at my discarded books on the floor. Kids stomp their shoes on the covers, flip them open, and rip page after page from its binding.
“I told you to watch your back, boyfriend stealer.” Hadley hisses like the snake she is, pushing my shoulder.
Oh, fucking Hadley Lacey. She’s the first person in this miserable school I am going to set my claws in and never let go.
“You touched me again,” I say, bringing my eyes to the mean and twisted scowl present on her pug face.
A laugh pours from her miserable throat. “Jesus, you’re a freak, aren’t you!” Cheers erupt from behind me, chanting I’m a freak.
I’m a freak.
I bite my tongue, my mind desperate to ask the stupidest questions on the planet. For once, though, I fight my shitty—speak before you think—impulse. My mind ticks with anger, surging through my veins at high velocity. I can’t sit here and let this girl think I’m a weak freak. Never show your weaknesses, I always say.
I head back to my locker with an angry stomp, the crowd shifting to fit my movements. With a hard pull, I yank open my locker with a bang reverberating in the stunned hallway. Peeling the disgustingly enormous, suction-cupped dildo off the metal, I stare at it with a snarl. My lips lift in disgust. To them, this signifies the beginning. They have wanted to break me, see me cry, and beg on my knees. But I’d rather choke on this fourteen-inch plastic wiener than give in to their cruelty.
More hushed whispers and flashes come from behind me, pulling me from my thoughts. By the time I’m done, this will be all over the internet. With my expert skills, it’ll never see the light of day. Removing photographs and unsavory videos from the internet has been my specialty for the last five years. Thanks to my siblings and their nasty college habits.
“Ew, what the hell, boyfriend stealer?” Hadley shrieks, disgust seeping into her low voice. Her eyes spew venom as I make my way back to her, not even bothering to shut my locker. If they can break into it like this, then they can just have at it, I’ll never use it again.
I launch the heavy, fake, donkey dick right at her head as best as I can. A banshee screech echoes through the now silent halls, kids watching in horror as their fearless bitch leader gets assaulted by a dildo in the middle of the school. It bounces off her disgusting face, her eyes widening in realization. Hopefully, the mushroom stamp forming on her cheek will be a reminder—don’t mess with me.
“I’m not a boyfriend stealer, but you obviously need this. So go fuck yourself, Hadley. Stick all fourteen inches of that fake donkey dick up yourself and leave me alone. Maybe after you get off a few times, you’ll feel a little calmer.” My chest heaves, red splattering my face. Anger hums through my veins, like a slow-release drug. Vengeance and retribution emitting into my mind at the sight of this bitch hassling me over a dildo she put into my locker. This shit… this anger… This is all for Magnolia.
“I-I—wh—-whatttttt?” she stutters through a shocked daze.
A bell rings overhead signaling our two minutes to get to our first class. The other kids slowly walk away, not getting the boohoo show they were expecting. They eye Hadley who still hasn’t moved an inch. Her eyes are hollow holes staring into the abyss of a dildo.
