Page 7 of Fatal Collision
Luckily, I’m one of the few fortunate ones to attend college, even if our education is subpar, and I even have a locker that’s still intact. Trust me, you can’t take that for granted here.
A few weeks ago, two guys had a fist fight and crashed into the one next to mine. The caretaker took one look at the deep dent, shook his head, and walked off.
The owner of that locker is a scrawny guy calledJamie who lives on my street. He hasn’t been able to close it fully since the fight, and it doesn’t appear that the dent will be fixed anytime soon.
When I unlock mine now, a snickering guy walks by and drops a used condom through the gap of Jamie’s.
Creep. I didn’t need the visual of the cum inside, but m’kay.
“Gross,” Rain mutters behind me, her flowery perfume thick in the air.
“Are you surprised?” I ask, inputting the code. That shit never surprises me because no one around these parts of town cares about our surroundings. Everything is already so bleak… Why bother?
Summer’s heels tap on the dirt-streaked floor as she walks up to us. I finally manage to open my locker and grab the books I need.
That’s the thing here too… We don’t have access to the latest technology, unlike rich kids like Kane Ravencourt. We have to make do with pen and paper.
Kane…
Ever since I jerked his cock under gunpoint, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that night. Honestly, I still can’t believe I did that… threatened someone like him with a weapon and got him off.
I liked it. Power plays have always turned me on, and some of the hardcore porn I watch reflects that. But to actually dominate someone as powerful as Ravencourt? To watch his pulse thunder beneath the gun as he came for me? I still tingle every time I think about it…
Whatever, just don’t ask why I did it, because I can’t tell you what came over me. The man is twice my size, if not triple. He could’ve taken control if he wanted to.
Kane Ravencourt was angry that night, for sure, but he didn’t fear me. He didn’t worry that I would pull the trigger.
For some reason, he let me toy with him until he came all over his shirt and my hand. But why? Why not use his strength to teach me a lesson? He wanted to… I could tell.
But there’s nothing he can do about it now. Thankfully, I thought ahead and was careful to wear a mask to protect my identity that night. He doesn’t know who I am and never will.
“Say what you will,” Summer says, stealing me from my thoughts, “Malice is attractive.”
“Ew,” Rain protests, popping her pink gum. “That’s my brother you’re talking about.”
“Still…” Summer watches Malice and the other guys—Sam and Jackson—saunter down the hall. They’re rowdy as hell, though that’s nothing new. The three of them, along with my brother, have been best friends for as long as I can remember.
After Mom entered hospice last year, Chris dropped out of college to work at the local garage. It wasn’t ideal for anyone, but we needed money for the rent. Or we’d have to find somewhere else to live. I hate that he had to sacrifice his chance at a better future, but he insists that he’s the least brainy one in our family.
“Still, what?” Rain questions, folding her arms over her chest, her high ponytail sliding over one shoulder. She has never lacked attitude. That’s what I admire about her.
“He’s hot.” Summer shrugs, a blush crawling into her cheeks.
“My brother is a manwhore,” Rain deadpans. “Fucks anything with a hole. He’s also a psychopath and has a screw loose. A sweet, innocent girl like you couldn’t handle him.”
Summer’s blush deepens until I almost feel sorry for her. It’s true what Rain said, though. Her brother is, for lack of a better word, insane.
“Be nice—” I start, but the words die on my tongue when the hairs on my neck stand on end.
I shut my locker before glancing around the busy hallway. Summer and Rain keep arguing, and their voices fade into the background as my eyes scan the tired students around me.
Someone is watching me. I’ve never been surer of anything in my life.
I jump when a heavy arm drops over my shoulder, and Jackson pulls me into his firm chest, his spicy cologne scent prickling my nose. “Looking good, Jessica.”
Really? I glance down at my faded jeans and The Prodigy hoodie. I’ve always dressed casually, unlike Summer, who likes flowery dresses, and Rain with her purple hair and leather pants.
“Gross.” Rain rolls her eyes while Sam warns his cousin that Chris will hack off his arm if he doesn’t remove it.
