“You should run along. I'm not done with her,” I purr the words in an alluring manner so that she can draw her own salacious assumptions.
It works, because I can see Adaline coughing in shock from beside me and Priya looking between us two. I smirk, even though I'm inwardly cursing myself for indirectly hinting that me and Adaline are having sex. That wouldneverhappen.
“I'm just tutoring her,” Adaline chimes in quickly, shoving me away with her shoulders. “We've just finished actually.”
Really? Does she think I'm going to leave her with this girl? I'm not an imbecile. If I leave now, these two are going to obviously have sex. Just the thought of that is sending white hot anger throughout my body. Only because I don't like the idea that two girls are having sex.
I shake my head. “We're not done. I want to keep going—”
“I don't care what you want. Get out!” She cuts me off.Excuse me?
“Why? So you can fuck her?” I spit back angrily getting in her face.
“I have a name—”
“Did I say you could speak?” I turn back to Priya, raising my eyebrows and she clamps her mouth shut.
This is Adaline's type? Girls who sit and get talked over?God!she has low standards.
“Shut the fuck up!” Adaline groans out loudly, looking exceedingly irritated with me. I ignore her and focus on Priya.
“Priya …” I call out. When she looks like she's going to open her mouth, I speak again. “Don't speak, just listen. If I want, I could make one little phone call and find out everything I want about you. Nod if you understand.”
She nods. She looks so weak, like she's turning smaller and smaller in front of me. That's only spurring me further to be as cruel as I can.
I smile icily. “I could find everyone you know—including your parents—and tell them all about this little dalliance. They wouldn't appreciate that now, would they?”
It's so obvious she's here to have sex with Adaline, but I'm only assuming that her family doesn't know about it. I like to think I’m good at reading people and based on how nervous she looks, she is definitely still in the closet and probably not by choice.
“Stop it,” Priya warns, her lip trembling and her eyes shaky.
Bingo.
“Aww. Am I upsetting you? I'm just warning you, do you really wanna risk your future for a little fuck with her?” Of course, I wouldn’t actually call her parents or do anything like that.
I don't get to hear her response because it only takes two seconds before Adaline has me pinned up against the wall, her elbow is across my neck and she's glaring at me, the fire in her eyes is setting my body alight.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” she shouts, exasperated.
I want to revel in the feeling of seeing her bothered by me, but I can barely contain my own anger right now.
“Me? There's nothing wrong with me. I'm not the dyke who likes fucking girls!” I shout back at her, enraged.
“Yes, I like fucking girls and boys too and that's fucking normal!”
“I—”
She cuts me off. “That's more than I can say for you, Juliette. You're sad and lonely. That's why you treat people like shit because you're a pathetic, shallow bitch. You can't grasp the concept of people loving each other because you're fucking unlovable!”
Breathe in. Breathe out. Unlovable. Pathetic. Unlovable. Pathetic.
I can't respond. I can't even breathe because her words have frozen me in place.
Adaline grips my shoulders tightly and part of me thinks she's going to punch me. Instead, she just pushes me out of her house and ushers Priya inside at the same time. She then slammed the door in my face, leaving me breathless.
She's so good at that. So unbelievably good at not giving me a chance to respond. I wait for a few seconds, trying to stop the tears I feel brimming at my eyes.
Unlovable. Pathetic. No. Why would I cry over someone like her? She's so pathetic, not me! I wipe the stray tear that's fallen from my eye, stomp over toward my car, and get in.
