He's literally still got his hands over his zipped-up dick, that's how embarrassed he is that I walked in on him. He shouldn't flatter himself, I would rather throw bleach on my eyes instead of seeing his dick again.
The very same pathetic dick that Adaline was about to …
I clench my fists, my nails digging into my skin hard enough to draw blood as I close my eyes momentarily to regain my senses.
Mine. Mine. Mine. Mine.
“Who is this?” My eyes blink back open at the sound of the random girl’s voice.
She looks genuinely confused and I am too, considering I have no idea who she is. All I know is I was angry when Adaline was dancing with Alex, then she went and made me furious by joining and…kissing her.
Sometimes, there’s need for violence. I ignore the nameless girl’s question as does everyone else in the room. Maybe they're too preoccupied staring at me as I walk around Alex's large room.
I find what I'm looking for perched on his dusky brown chest of draws—his Lacrosse bat. Such a pretentious prick, I know he's the captain of the Lacrosse team, but really? I'm the captain of the cheerleading squad, yet do I keep pom-poms in my bedroom? No.
Perhaps I should be thanking him for being such a child, because the bat feels quite homely in my hands, especially as I flip it around so the net part is facing the floor and the hard part is accessible to me.
I don't even bother turning to face anyone. I can hear voices, but I can't decipher the words, all I can do is start swinging.
His family photo frames (that's for asking her to be your date to this party), a few beer bottles on his desk (that's for dancing with her). Anything that looks breakable is currently getting smashed (that's for having your hands on her).
Rage rooms are nothing compared to this. I feel pure adrenaline rushing through me as I destroy his room, all while she watches.
“I'm out of here.” I hear the nameless girl say worriedly and she runs out of the room, but I don't stop my damage.
“What the fuck!” Alex shouts out for the second time and tries to intervene. His body coming in front of me, his eyes wide.
I mock swing at his face and he flinches, shielding himself in fear (that's for having your dick anywhere near her). I revel in the feeling of him being terrified—so scared of me.
He should be.
He soon recovers from his fear. This time he just looks exhausted. “Juliette, stop it.”
I walk closer to him, suppressing the urge to wipe his head clean off his body. “Then get the fuck out.”
It's his room—his home. He shouldn't listen to me, yet his eyes lower, a heavy sigh emitting from his body and he pinches his temples.
Before I know it, he walks away pathetically, slamming his door. It isn't about me smashing his room, he could easily replace all of this and it wouldn't even dent his parents’ account, it's not about me holding his bat either. If he thought I was dangerous, he wouldn't be leaving me here with Adaline. It's about power. He knows I have it, that I could sneak deep into every crevice of his life and destroy him.
My gaze slices back to Adaline and I find the bat slipping through my grasp and onto the floor at the sight of her.
She's just leaning on her hands, smirking at me, her delicious dress is still hiked up—her incredible legs on show—but her panties still on.
Authority fills my very senses. “Pull your fucking dress down.”
“I don't think so,” she retorts like a little brat, not at all threatened by the glare I'm sure I'm shooting her way right now.
She looks so good right now—too good—so bratty and completely unterrified like I didn't just behave like a deranged lunatic. That only drives me further in my anger.
“What the fuck do you think you were doing here?” I ask, referring to what was about to transpire before I walked in. Although I know exactly what was going to happen, I want to hear it from her.
“Well …” she sits up and finally pulls her dress down, “I was about to have a threesome before you came in—”
“Two people, really?”
She shrugs with that little glint that's always in her eyes. “I'm an overachiever.”
My jaw clenches so tight that I'm surprised it doesn't break. Overachiever. That's right, that's exactly what she is.
