Mysilly, little Adaline. Does she really think that I wouldn't read the text books she recommended? Thank the Lord I did, because now I've won our little game and I'm getting my prize; she can't deny me.
She clenches her jaw, but her dimples surface, showing how impressed she is. “Ask away.”
“Why did your brother go to jail?”
Tell me.Part of me wants to know so I can hoard it over her, the other part wants to sink into her mind and know the darkest parts of what she has been through. I want to envelop in a part of her that no one knows; to revel in the fact that she has only told me.
She's opening her mouth; I can taste the words that are about to leave her mouth until the doorbell rings and her mouth clamps shut again.For God's sake!
“Hold that thought,” she says before rubbing her cigarette out on her lung-shaped ash tray.
Seriously, could anyone be more obsessed with human anatomy? Why are her passions so endearing? I despise it.
She walks out of the room and I try my hardest not to stare at her ass. I even close my eyes momentarily. What is wrong with me? Why am I always staring at women like this? Why am I always so jealous of other women's bodies?
I hear the door open downstairs and a high-pitched voice which piques my interest and snaps me out of my tumultuous thoughts.
I should stay here in her room, wait for her to finish with whomever is at the door, that is the polite thing to do after all. The only problem is that when it comes to Adaline Emery, I'm anything but polite.
Besides, I should be getting home anyway. I have plans with Adonis. I didn't even realize how late it was getting. I grab my bag and slot the binder and my other belongings inside.
My feet take me to the top of her stairs, but before I descend downstairs, I hear voices, which prompts me to stop. I crouch by the stairwell and decide to silently spy.
From this angle I can see the back of Adaline's head and there's a girl at the door. She has red hair and dark brown skin. She's pretty. Why is she pretty?
“I'm sorry, I didn't even realize it was already five o'clock,” Adaline says, her tone sweet and airy.What?
Who is this girl and why is Adaline speaking to her in such a sweet manner? Did these two have plans or something? She has never spoken to me like that.
The pretty girl shakes her head. “That's fine, are you done with your plans now?”
The girl doesn't even wait for Adaline to answer her question before she reaches her hand out and starts caressing her shoulder.I think not.
“No, she isn't,” I holler, stalking down the stairs, while tightly gripping my bag. Both their eyes snap towards me when I reach them.
Adaline looks bewildered and red hair looks like a deer caught in headlights. I'm relieved to see her hand is no longer anywhere near the same vicinity as Adaline's body.
The girl smiles, taking her hand out to greet me. “Hi, I'm Priya—”
“Don't bother, I don't care.” I cut her off icily. She frowns before retracting her hand, looking shocked and affronted.
Something takes over me sometimes—maybe a cruel alter ego, I’m not sure. All I know is that it’s hard to control or maybe I don’t want to control it.
I’ve never promised to be a good girl or a nice girl. I’m cruel. I’m vicious. I’m the best at being those things so why would I stop?
As I look at her closely, I notice she's taller than me by a few inches. I don't like that, because it means she's looking down on me. Ergo, she's also looking down at Adaline. OnlyIlook down on Adaline.
“Ignore her, she's a perpetual bitch,” Adaline chimes in, shooting glares towards me before gently looking back towards Priya.
“It's okay,” Priya says, smiling softly toward Adaline.What is going on here?
I assess her and take note of her attire. She's wearing a Burberry blue coat and Prada boots. She is definitely not from this neighbourhood, which makes me wonder how she met Adaline.
She looks fairly harmless. Her brown eyes are flickering from the floor to everywhere else. Her leg is shaking slightly and I can see a light strand of sweat on her brow. There can only be one reason she's this nervous; she doesn't want to be caught here with Adaline.
Oh, I can have so much fun with that.
Adaline tries to usher Priya inside, but before she can, I step forward and lean my hand against the doorframe, blocking her. I can feel my predatory nature rising up. I tilt my head to the side and give her my signature venomous smile.
