Her lips thin as she works the muscles in her jaw. “My problem,Ariah,is you and every other entitled bitch in this town,” she sneers, and I laugh, causing her fists to clench at her side.
Um, pot, meet kettle.
“I guess you’re a spoiled bitch since you were born and raised in this town, and I only just arrived,” I taunt.
“Holy shit, she’s got you there, Taylor,” someone teases. I don’t recognize who it is and won’t look to see either. Instead, my focus is trained on the bitch who’s about to learn today.
The bell rings, but no one moves.
“Everyone out,” Miss Taylor barks, but no one moves.
“Yeah right,” a high-pitched voice says. This time it sounds like it was a girl, but again I can’t be sure.
Vivian Taylor struts from behind the desk, her black stilettos clacking against the floor, “Either get out, or you all fail.”
Grumbled curses sound before the movement of students leaving hit my ears, prompting me to slowly gather my things, never taking my eyes off the vile woman in front of me.
Sliding from my seat, I lift my bag and walk for the door. My back is finally turned to her, but my senses are on alert. I’m steps away from the entrance when I feel her. I twist left just before she screams, announcing her attack. She misses me by a mile and falls into the students exiting the classroom before hitting the floor with a thud.
“You ruined everything,” she wails, scrambling off the ground, her shirt askew as she charges for me, and I deflect her wild, uncoordinated movements.
“Aww, is Vivian hurt because Sebastian doesn’t want her anymore?”
“Shut up, you stupid trashy cunt. He does want me. It’s you and this stupid fucking process,” she screams, aiming her nails at my face.
I bat her hands to the side, refusing to engage in combat. It would be cruel to beat someone like her. She can’t fight for shit.
Vivian’s movements become more erratic each time her strikes don’t land. I hold my free hand to my mouth and mock yawn. The wild set of her eyes signal her next movement. Vivian screeches as she lunges to my left, and my arm bends, extending my elbow right into her temple. I watch as she falls to the ground before quickly springing back to her feet and backing away to reassess.
“You’re nothing. You and your worthless bloodline should be eradicated,” she seethes, and I wonder for a moment what she knows.
“The fact that I’m a Selected and you’re not says I’m not the one who’s nothing here.”
Vivian launches herself at me again. “They’re using you. Once this is over, Bastian will be mine again,” she cries, and I know she undoubtedly believes this.She’s like another fucking Sam.I’m starting to wonder if delusional is in the water in Edgewood.
I sigh, sticking my right foot out and tripping her to the floor. Her remaining heel flies off as she turns to sit back up, ready to strike out another time.
She has some fight, but I’m bored with her shit.
“Sebastian loves me. It’s always been me,” Vivian exclaims, standing back to her feet. I could clock her one time and end this, but I want her to talk more about my family. How the hell did she know the Bradfords were being hunted?
My next words are uncalled for, but who the fuck cares. I need her to talk. “Is that why his face was buried so deep in my pussy that I can still feel the lingering effects of his tongue?”
“You’re lying,” she shrieks. “He wouldn’t touch you!”
“Oh, but he did. Over and over and over again.” I grin.
Miss Taylor grabs the chair next to her and charges for me, “I don’t give a fuck who your mother and father are. I’m going to kill you— you stupid bitch,”
My ears perk at the mention of my mother, but I have no time to process before Vivian hurls the chair at my face. I duck, avoiding it, but not her, as she tackles me to the ground.
We both hit the ground with a thud, then she’s up, attempting to wrap her hands around my throat. I push my wrists between her forearms and press out, forcing her to release her grip. Then I quickly scoop my arms around her and twist us around until I’m on top of her.
Grabbing her hair to hold her steady, I land three successive blows to her face. Her arms finally fall to the ground, but I don’t stop, striking her twice more, my punches not hard enough to knock her out, just enough to subdue her.
“You should’ve never come here. This is all her fault,” she grits through pained sobs. The devastation in her tear-stained eyes should move me, but they don’t.
I smile and say, “I told you not to fuck with me.” Then, I drop her head back to the ground and stand.
