Fallen Crest High
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"Yeah, well, you had me going so hard all night." He gestured at me. "Look at you, Sam. You're hot, hella hot. And I get nothing. I've been your boyfriend for three years. It's taken me a damn year and half to see your tits."
My eyes turned to a glare.
He ran a hand through his haphazard hair. "I'll change, Sam. I've gotta. I love you."
"You don't love me." I said it quietly.
"Three years. That's gotta mean something. Please, Sam."
"You don't love me."
He looked ready to argue, then something flashed over his face, and a snarl came out instead. "Why don't you get off your high horse? Fine, we're done. I'm not even going to kiss your ass. It hasn't done me a damn thing in the three years we've been dating or the two it took me to get you. I can be half the nice guy I am to you and I've got no problem getting panties to drop."
I geared myself.
He spat out, "You're just some high class bitch that ain't high class, Sam."
Mason lifted his head. His eyes remained narrowed to slits, but no other reaction came from him. His face was a blank mask.
I tore my eyes from his and found my soon to be ex boyfriend's in a glower. "Don't you want to know who I've been with? You don't have any inkling?"
"I know that you've been cheating on me. Even my mother knew."
"That makes you look like a fool." A cruel smirk came to him. He stuck his hands in his pants and a prideful look came over him.
"Maybe. Or maybe I didn't give a crap."
He grew quiet. "Yeah, you're screwed up, Sam. I've never known another girl who'd stay with a guy if he cheated the whole time."
My heart skipped a beat. The whole time?
He laughed again. The sound sent shivers up my spine. "You've got no clue who with, do you? You've got piss poor taste in friends."
"Friends?" I wrung out. My eyes gleamed with an ugly feeling.
He was so smug. "Jess has been giving it to me for two years now."
"Jess."
"And Lydia knew. She's known the whole time. She's helped us cover it up too."
"Lydia knew?" I parroted like a fool.
Jeff chuckled and shook his head. "I'd be up here with her now if she wasn't so obsessed with Kade. Ever since the car bombing, it's all either of them talk about. I told her to get straight. The Kade brothers are going down. They set fire to those cars. The cops have to know—"
Mason started to step forward.
I cried out, "Shut up. You don't know a thing about it!"
Jeff frowned.
"I was there. I was outside and you don't know anything. Jessica and Lydia were inside. They didn't see a thing. They were wasted that night."
Mason moved back a step. The girl on his arm looked up with concern, but settled back against his chest a moment later.
"It don't matter. They'll get what's coming to them." His mouth curled up in an ugly smile.
I slapped him. When it was done, his head snapped back and he stared at me, his eyes wide. The air had grown thick, tense. I found it hard to breathe. Then I turned and left. This time I found the front door and I drove off. The hand I slapped him with shook even after I got home and crawled in bed. I tucked it under me and tried to go to sleep.
I never fell asleep that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the morning came, I rolled out of bed and went for a run. I didn't last long, four or five miles, but I slowed to a walk and I didn't return home till noon. When I did, I was surprised to find a bunch of cars parked in the driveway and on the road. Then I rounded to the back patio and saw a ton of people by the pool area. The door in the divider wall was open and more people were on the beach.
The Kades were having a party. Joy.
Then I checked my phone after I had showered and ate a few crackers. Lydia and Jessica both wanted to know where I'd gone from the party and why I hadn't said goodbye. I turned my phone back off. There was no one else I cared about who would call.
As I headed to the kitchen, Mousteff was there in his chef's white apron and he wore a hat too. He brandished a cutting knife and gestured to the table in front of him.
"Sit," he grunted.
I sat.
He sliced up some meat and put it between two pieces of homemade bread. A parsley and tomato were placed on the side before he set the plate in front of me. A knife and fork were plunked beside it, along with a glass of water.
"Eat," he grunted again.
An apple was cut up next. He put the bowl beside me, turned his back, and left. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.
Later in the afternoon, I headed back to the kitchen for some water. When I went past the patio, I peeked out again and saw the group hadn't left. A bonfire had been lit on the beach and most of the people were around that now. Loud bass blared through the windows. It got louder when a door opened and closed.
I didn't glance up, but Mason stepped next to me. He reached around me and pulled out a pitcher. When he moved back to pull out a glass, I let out my breath. I hadn't known I'd been holding it.
I didn't turn around. No way.
Suddenly the door flew open again. Logan's voice carried through as he howled and ran through the house. Then a car door was slammed shut in the front of the house. When I looked over I saw Mason watching through the kitchen window. A small smile was on his face. He looked softer, just a bit.
My stomach kicked a notch.
I spread a hand against it and frowned. What the hell was I doing?
Then the front door was thrown open and we heard Logan holler, "Finally! Dude!"
Male laughter responded. When Mason left the kitchen window, I took his place and saw Logan trying to dry hump some guy. I didn't recognize him, but they had so many friends. He was tall, over six feet and his jet black hair matched with Mason's. The two almost looked like twins. While he went out to greet the new arrival, both gave each other a hug with a smile on their faces. It was so genuine, that I clenched my hands around my glass and turned away.
I didn't come out of my room for the rest of the day. When I did, it was past ten in the evening. The party was still full force outside by the beach. No one was beside the pool and I was surprised by that. Then I checked my phone and regretted it. Lydia sent me a test, 'Jeff said you guys broke up. CALL ME!'
My eyes turned to a glare.
He ran a hand through his haphazard hair. "I'll change, Sam. I've gotta. I love you."
"You don't love me." I said it quietly.
"Three years. That's gotta mean something. Please, Sam."
"You don't love me."
He looked ready to argue, then something flashed over his face, and a snarl came out instead. "Why don't you get off your high horse? Fine, we're done. I'm not even going to kiss your ass. It hasn't done me a damn thing in the three years we've been dating or the two it took me to get you. I can be half the nice guy I am to you and I've got no problem getting panties to drop."
I geared myself.
He spat out, "You're just some high class bitch that ain't high class, Sam."
Mason lifted his head. His eyes remained narrowed to slits, but no other reaction came from him. His face was a blank mask.
I tore my eyes from his and found my soon to be ex boyfriend's in a glower. "Don't you want to know who I've been with? You don't have any inkling?"
"I know that you've been cheating on me. Even my mother knew."
"That makes you look like a fool." A cruel smirk came to him. He stuck his hands in his pants and a prideful look came over him.
"Maybe. Or maybe I didn't give a crap."
He grew quiet. "Yeah, you're screwed up, Sam. I've never known another girl who'd stay with a guy if he cheated the whole time."
My heart skipped a beat. The whole time?
He laughed again. The sound sent shivers up my spine. "You've got no clue who with, do you? You've got piss poor taste in friends."
"Friends?" I wrung out. My eyes gleamed with an ugly feeling.
He was so smug. "Jess has been giving it to me for two years now."
"Jess."
"And Lydia knew. She's known the whole time. She's helped us cover it up too."
"Lydia knew?" I parroted like a fool.
Jeff chuckled and shook his head. "I'd be up here with her now if she wasn't so obsessed with Kade. Ever since the car bombing, it's all either of them talk about. I told her to get straight. The Kade brothers are going down. They set fire to those cars. The cops have to know—"
Mason started to step forward.
I cried out, "Shut up. You don't know a thing about it!"
Jeff frowned.
"I was there. I was outside and you don't know anything. Jessica and Lydia were inside. They didn't see a thing. They were wasted that night."
Mason moved back a step. The girl on his arm looked up with concern, but settled back against his chest a moment later.
"It don't matter. They'll get what's coming to them." His mouth curled up in an ugly smile.
I slapped him. When it was done, his head snapped back and he stared at me, his eyes wide. The air had grown thick, tense. I found it hard to breathe. Then I turned and left. This time I found the front door and I drove off. The hand I slapped him with shook even after I got home and crawled in bed. I tucked it under me and tried to go to sleep.
I never fell asleep that night.
CHAPTER FIVE
When the morning came, I rolled out of bed and went for a run. I didn't last long, four or five miles, but I slowed to a walk and I didn't return home till noon. When I did, I was surprised to find a bunch of cars parked in the driveway and on the road. Then I rounded to the back patio and saw a ton of people by the pool area. The door in the divider wall was open and more people were on the beach.
The Kades were having a party. Joy.
Then I checked my phone after I had showered and ate a few crackers. Lydia and Jessica both wanted to know where I'd gone from the party and why I hadn't said goodbye. I turned my phone back off. There was no one else I cared about who would call.
As I headed to the kitchen, Mousteff was there in his chef's white apron and he wore a hat too. He brandished a cutting knife and gestured to the table in front of him.
"Sit," he grunted.
I sat.
He sliced up some meat and put it between two pieces of homemade bread. A parsley and tomato were placed on the side before he set the plate in front of me. A knife and fork were plunked beside it, along with a glass of water.
"Eat," he grunted again.
An apple was cut up next. He put the bowl beside me, turned his back, and left. I didn't see him for the rest of the day.
Later in the afternoon, I headed back to the kitchen for some water. When I went past the patio, I peeked out again and saw the group hadn't left. A bonfire had been lit on the beach and most of the people were around that now. Loud bass blared through the windows. It got louder when a door opened and closed.
I didn't glance up, but Mason stepped next to me. He reached around me and pulled out a pitcher. When he moved back to pull out a glass, I let out my breath. I hadn't known I'd been holding it.
I didn't turn around. No way.
Suddenly the door flew open again. Logan's voice carried through as he howled and ran through the house. Then a car door was slammed shut in the front of the house. When I looked over I saw Mason watching through the kitchen window. A small smile was on his face. He looked softer, just a bit.
My stomach kicked a notch.
I spread a hand against it and frowned. What the hell was I doing?
Then the front door was thrown open and we heard Logan holler, "Finally! Dude!"
Male laughter responded. When Mason left the kitchen window, I took his place and saw Logan trying to dry hump some guy. I didn't recognize him, but they had so many friends. He was tall, over six feet and his jet black hair matched with Mason's. The two almost looked like twins. While he went out to greet the new arrival, both gave each other a hug with a smile on their faces. It was so genuine, that I clenched my hands around my glass and turned away.
I didn't come out of my room for the rest of the day. When I did, it was past ten in the evening. The party was still full force outside by the beach. No one was beside the pool and I was surprised by that. Then I checked my phone and regretted it. Lydia sent me a test, 'Jeff said you guys broke up. CALL ME!'
