Eva
“Out of my way.” Carter’s voice crawls over my skin.
Thankfully, he’s not talking to me. Although, I’d ignore the asshole even if he was.
“I said,move.”
Whitney scoffs at him. “Rude much? This ismylocker, jerk. What are you even doing here?”
“You sure this one is yours? Figured they’d put you by the nurse’s office to get that daily stick outta your ass. Speaking of your ass, I swear your skirts are getting shorter and shorter. No wonder Easton keeps you locked down.”
“You’re a pig.”
From the corner of my eye, I see him prowl forward, and she stiffens.
He chuckles quietly. “Don’t worry, I’m not here for you. Prude bitches aren’t my type.”
Her jaw drops.
“Anyway, I think I figured out why you’ve been letting loose lately. Rumor has it, your daddy hasn’t been home for a while. Is that why your allowance is so inflated? He pays you to make up for ignoring you to screw everything in sight?”
Whitney’s cheeks turn scarlet. “I—I—”
“Now that I think of it, no one’s seen your mom in a while either. Maybe she’s found her inner slut too.”
“Shut up. You don’t know what you’re talking about. Things at home arefine.”
He laughs. “Sure.”
I take a sip of water from the sports bottle I keep in my locker, then finish switching out my English materials for bio and slam the door shut. “Careful, Carter,” I say nonchalantly, grabbing my backpack off the floor. “Your IQ level is showing.”
In two strides, Carter blocks my path. “What the fuck did you say to me?”
“Let me rephrase that. Your stupidity is blinding.”
Carter’s already thin lips do that disappearing act. “How the hell is that better?” he grits.
I blink slowly. “It isn’t. I just rephrased it.”
I pat his tense chest and move to step around him, meeting Whitney’s stunned eyes.
“Not so fast.” Carter’s arm bumps my shoulder as he falls into sync beside me. “It isn’t enough you started fucking my best friend, now you wanna talk shit about me too?” He nods in greeting to Marco as we pass his locker, then returns his attention to lucky old me. “Elijah told me you’re fucking him now. You know what I think? I call bullshit. You might be a slut, but you’re not stupid.”
“So we’re either prudes or sluts. Classy.”
“All that, and the only word you hear isslut?”
“You’re losing me, Carter. Little ol’ me can’t keep up with such an intellectual conversation.”
Ten steps until solid classroom walls separate me from this asshole.
“Are you fucking him or not?”
Five steps.
“I’m a slut, remember?”
Three.
