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“What’s wrong, Angel?” Dekker whispers.
“Fuck you, that’s what’s wrong.” I grab my stuff and storm past him and his stupid chuckle.
When I get out of the classroom, I take a moment to catch my breath and try to figure out what the hell I’m going to do. Tears start to blur my vision, and the panic is making it hard to breathe.
I run toward the restrooms, needing to get away from the eyes of other students milling around the hall. Once in the bathroom, I turn the sink on and splash my face with water to try to calm myself down.
As I breathe through the gut-wrenching anxiety, I hear the door open and voices coming closer toward me. A chill runs down my spine when I realize I’ve heard those voices before.
“Aw, look, Ivy, the ugly stepsister is crying!” I turn to see two of the Xayden fan club bimbos staring at me.
“Be nice, Quinn,” the blonde I now know is Ivy says. “She probably just realized she’s a no one here.”
“Or maybe she found out that everyone knows she tried to slut herself out to Dekker and he rejected her,” Quinn cackles.
My breath stops, and I try to still my facial features, but my eyes still widen in surprise. Did they tell them? Did Dekker and the guys tell these cunts about Friday night?
I feel their presence come up from behind me. Looking up through the mirror, I see them smiling. Without saying a word, Quinn’s hand quickly holds up a cup and before I can even react, a green slush of something is poured all over me. The coldness hits my head, and the smell of pineapple and banana hit my nose.
“Since you like to have a mess made all over you.” Ivy grins. She nods to Quinn. “Let’s go use the bathroom on the other side of the building. This one is just gross and disgusting. It smells like slut.”
“Slut smoothie!” Quinn busts out at her very unfunny joke as I just stand there, waiting for them both to leave.
Looking up at the mirror as the door closes, I see the green slop dripping down my hair, into my face, and on my shirt.
Thank fucking god for black.
I hang my head over the fucking sink and run my hands through my hair, trying to scoop out as much shit out of my hair. I lean as close to the faucet as I can, trying to rinse it out.
Once I get as much as possible, I grab some paper towels from the dispenser, wet them, and wipe the globs off my shirt.
Which is now soaked with whatever was in that cup.
Once I finally looked like a cleaned up version of a drowned rat, I grab my stuff and march out of the bathroom. The floor is still a mess, but I couldn’t give two shits about that right now.
I just need to get back to my room, shower, and change.
I rush across campus, keeping my head down. The heat is not helping my situation, except for making me feel even more wet as I sweat.
My mind blocks out all the noise around me; I don’t even stop until I get to my door. The entire trip there is a blur.
I immediately strip and jump into the shower. Quickly, I wash off what now feels sticky on my skin. Washing my hair not once, but twice, to ensure I get all of it out. After drying off, I throw on a black T-shirt with a skeleton hand giving the finger and a pair of ripped jeans.
I frantically dry my hair and throw back on some eyeliner and mascara. I grab my phone and see that it’s time for me to meet Addy at the Student Union Center.
I pull my hair back into a ponytail, grab my wallet, and head out of the room. As I walk toward the SUC, my mind is going through everything that has hit me like a freight train today.
Being dropped from a class I never dropped, creepy ass Dekker smiling at me like the cat that got the canary, and the bitches of GC dumping their putrid drink on me.
It’s been a hell of a fucking day.
As I walk into the SUC, I hear a laugh that sends chills down my back. My eyes find the source of my current nightmares.
My stepbrother and his friends.
And sitting on Dekker’s lap is Quinn.
Without a second thought, I rush over to the juice bar and quickly fill a cup of some green “healthy” juice.