Page 23 of The Forbidden Note

“Which is what?”

He stops and throws a look over his shoulder. “You don’t need to worry about it.”

Damn. That makes me even more worried.

Sol disappears and I’m left with the silence of my house.

It’s usually like this. My brothers and I converge for a bit and then we go off to do our own things.

Alone, I default to two options—bang my heart out on the drums or bang a chick into next year. Usually, one or the other soothes my restless soul.

Tonight, I’m not feeling like going off on the drums. Music takes something out of me. It chomps at my flesh, pierces a hole in my heart and oozes out all my energy. I’m always spent after a good drum session. Just like I am after a good hookup.

I open my phone and scroll through my contacts. It would take all of two seconds to have a girl under me, groaning my name while I make her see stars.

But my night’s shot after meeting Miss Jamieson.

No matter who’s under me, all I’ll be able to see is her face. The way her lipstick smeared over her mouth from my kisses. The way her curls got big and frizzy when I grabbed her head. The way her chest heaved, hot points piercing my sweaty skin.

No girl compares to her. Her heat. Her taste. Her groans in my ear.

The way she responded to every touch made me wonder if it was her first time. Or maybe it was just her first time being lapped up like the feast that she is.

An uncomfortable throbbing starts in my pants.

It sucks that I won’t be able to find satisfaction tonight.

I sigh and pick up another soda.

The urge to drink gets stronger, like a craving that I can’t control.

Fighting it back, I set the soda can down and pick myself off the lawn chair. I need to do something to keep busy.

Guess it’s time to plan a funeral.

* * *

Jinx: Three kings left Redwood Prep in a cloud of mystery. Three kings returned in a blaze of glory. One came back with a ring on his finger. One came back with a book in his hand. One came back with a scandal that could rock the halls of Redwood Prep forever.

Guess which king is which?

Until the next post, keep your enemies close and your secrets even closer.

- Jinx

CHAPTERSIX

GREY

“Good morning, Miss Jamieson.”

The greetings float back and forth as I glide down the hallway.

It’s a familiar phrase. One I hear almost every day after parking in Redwood Prep’s fancy lot.

The hallway is crowded with students in sharp uniforms. Fancy sweaters. Pleated skirts. Knee-high socks. All the same, yet different because they customise their outfits. Accessorize with designer brands. Limited edition shoes. Expensive purses and wallets.

Perfect and privileged.