Molly is the one who loves me. Molly is the one who shows me how good life can be.
I’m tempted to ask Zach if he has any more pills, but the waitress comes over, slapping the check down on the faded tabletop.
“That’s fucking ridiculous,” Zach says, snorting.
“I know. But that’s my life.”
“This should help ease the boredom at home,” Zach says, sliding a plastic bag filled with pills into my book bag, as we wait outside the diner for Scar to return from the bathroom.
He’s a mind reader. “How much do I owe you?” I sigh contentedly, knowing I have Molly. Now, the nights at home will be bearable. But I have to be careful. Mom might not notice, but Dad’s more suspicious.
“It’s on the house, babe.” He hugs me to him. “You know I always look after my two favorite girls.” Zach has more than enough cash, and he rarely takes payment from Scar or me. I’m lucky he’s my friend, as finding money to feed my habit is challenging at the best of times. I discovered the code to my parents’ safe a few months ago, and I dip into their cash stash when I’m desperate, but I’m careful not to take too much, and, so far, they don’t appear to have noticed.
“You got something special for me too?” Scar inquires, joining the conversation.
Zach grabs hold of his junk. “I’ve always got something special for you, Scarlett lady.”
She flips him the bird. “I meant something of the hallucinogenic kind.”
He leans over to kiss her, slipping a baggie into her pocket.
“You’re my favorite friend,” Scar says, batting her eyelashes at him. “Because you have the best drugs and the biggest cock,” she adds, deliberately feeding his ego. “Want to come over later?” She waggles her brows suggestively.
“Is the pope Catholic?” he jokes. “I’ll see you later.” He turns puppy-dog eyes on me. “I hate that you can’t join us. We’ll miss you.”
I’ll probably miss them later too when I’m horny as fuck and only have porn and my little electric friend for company.
Scar pulls me into a hug. “Keep fighting, babe. Don’t let the bitch grind you down.”
We wave her off as she heads in one direction and we move in the other.
“I’m glad I caught you alone,” Zach says, slinging his arm casually over my shoulder as we walk. “We need to discuss your Wes problem.” I arch a brow in silent question. “Scar told me.”
Air whooshes out of my mouth. I can’t fault Scar for telling Zach. I know they both worry about me. Besides, Zach practically caught Wes in the act, and he did get hurt on my behalf. But I don’t need him to continue where he left off with Wes. Any action Zach dishes out will only infuriate Wes, causing more pain for me.
“Hey.” He tilts my chin up. “She was worried, and we want to help.” His jaw tenses. “I’d like to say I’m surprised he blackmailed you into blowing him, but that’s his usual M.O.”
My spirits perk up. “It is?” He nods. “You know anyone else he did this shit to?”
“He did it to a bunch of girls at our high school, and I sincerely doubt you’re the first girl he’s tried it on with at Cypress.”
My pulse ticks higher with a newfound determination. Maybe once and for all, I can show my parents who Wes really is.
The scum of the earth.
A bottom dweller who eats dirt and shits cockroaches.
Maybe then, Mom will look at me differently. And Dad. Well, I’ll enjoy seeing Dad unleash that fierceness I know he has.
To think he worries about me dating his precious footballers.
I roll my eyes.
They are the least of his worries.
Sure, they party and fuck. Some more than others, but Wes is in a whole different league—one that if Dad knew he would feed him to sharks off the coast of South Carolina.
“Can I get their names?” I ask, removing a notepad and pen from my bag.
