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Me: No. Stay away from me.
Mason: Aw, come on, Red. Let me treat a princess on her birthday.
Me: No.
Mason: You wound me.
Me: Good. Go away.
Mason: Never. I’ve had a taste. I need more. Like a drug.
I don’t even bother responding. He won’t fucking quit. I throw my phone on the nightstand next to me. Those three have me so bundled in so many knots and in complete confusion. My mind wants to me run the fuck away, but my body responds to them, all of them.
I’m a fucking metal rod in a lightning storm when I’m near the three of them. They strike and every cell in my body is electrified.
When they had me against that tree, fuck. My body burned and craved every touch they were giving me. It was the most confusing thing I’ve ever experienced. But then they turned on their asshole mode and my brain caught up. But that still doesn’t take away this deep-seated need of wanting them.
I’m so fucked in the head at this point.
Lost deep in thought and trying to find rationalization to whatever fucked attraction it is that I have to those three, a knock at my door startles me back to the here and now.
“Yeah?” I say at the door.
“It’s me!” Liz squeals from the other side.
“Well? Come in.” I roll my eyes at her upbeat tone.
She strolls in holding a chocolate cupcake with a candle in it. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Phoenix, happy birthday to you!”
I can feel the heat in my cheeks as she places the cake in front of me. I blow out the candle, and she smiles excitedly at me.
“See? Birthdays are awesome!” Liz places the cupcake on the nightstand next to my phone. “Now, get dressed and get ready. We’re going out tonight. Party off campus.”
“I really don’t feel like partying. Can’t we just stay in?”
She shakes her head. “Not a chance. Get dressed. We’re going to dinner and then we will head over to the party.”
“Liz, there’s no way I can show up to a party with any of these people. It’s like I’d be flipping the switch to my own execution. You know what they do to me on a daily basis. Why would I want to go hang and party with them?” I cross my arms over my chest and let out a sigh.
“First, you are not partying with them. You’re partying with me. Second, fuck them. Third, everyone’s so self-absorbed and drunk no one will even care.” She waves my concerns off.
“That’s the other thing, I really don’t want to drink. Not after what happened last time.” I look up at her, and she’s biting her lip, her hands on her hips.
“Yeah, well, I’ll be there. And you don’t have to drink. But you’re coming out tonight. You need to live a little.”
No, I don’t. I think I’ve lived plenty for only being eighteen. Definitely had enough bullshit already.
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger, right? I should be fucking Wonder Woman then.
But it’s not only not wanting to be around my fellow Ravens. I don’t want to risk running into the kings. After what they did to me earlier in the week, I’m all sorts of confused.
I hate them with every bone in my body, but that same body was lit on fire the minute theyalltouched me. Mason’s tongue along my cheek, Colt pushing his leg between mine, Daxon with his hand wrapped around my throat. My body was electrified by all three of them. And I didn’t want them to stop. But then they did.
Daxon and them pulled away and forced me to my knees. He had the balls to call me a whore, when we all know his cock is always stuck in some pussy of the day. And then all three of them turned away and walked away from me. I was so shocked at the events that led up to that moment that I let out a frustrated scream. I shook in rage, my hair balled in my fists, and then I pulled myself up and went back to my room.
Fuck. Them.
And I know I shouldn’t want to hide out, and that I need to not give a fuck, but being around them makes my head short circuit. So yeah, I have been trying to avoid the trio of assholes. They have not been in class for most of the week, and that has been very confusing and also awesome all at the same time.