“Don’t,” I whispered back his earlier plea as I stared up at him, feeling completely exposed, and his mouth twisted into a sneer.
“Break it off with Ash. It’s time to end the charade. Once and for all.” Gray strode to the door in anger.
“Gray!” I called him back, and he stilled, his head half turning as he waited. “What’s the other reason?”
I heard his grunt as he opened the door. “I don’t fucking want you.”
* * *
Quinn, age eighteen (two weeks later)
The tears spilled over as I watched Ash throw the chair across the room. His rage was real, and I felt miserable as I watched him rip his hurt out as he destroyed the classroom.
Gray was silent in the corner, watching me with narrowed eyes. He hadn’t spoken a word. Jett was torn between Ash and me. He kept looking at me, the question in his eyes, but he hadn’t asked.
“Who the fuck was it?” Ash demanded as he crossed the room and grabbed me. Jett was beside him, his hands on his to stop him from shaking me. “Get off me, I won’t fucking hurt her,” Ash growled at him. Dark blue angry eyes glared at me with hate. “Who the fuck did you let fuck you?”
I said nothing as he pushed me back, away from him. Jett grabbed my arm to stop my stumble. I flinched when Ash kicked the table and sent it crashing into a wall.
“You fuckingbitch, Itrustedyou.”
“I know.” I wiped my eyes as he turned to look at me. “I’m sorry.”
“Sorry?” Ash looked at me as he gave a startled laugh. “You’resorry?” He glanced at Gray, who remained silent. “I don’t give a shit if you’re sorry, tell me who you let fuck you.”
I said nothing, and then he was in front of me again. All theanger seemed to drain out of him. “Why?” he asked me, and I wished he had hit me rather than look so broken.
Ash’s head dropped into his hands as he yelled out his frustration at my silence. My eyes once again flicked to Gray’s, and I felt my heart rip in two as he merely watched, cold and distant.
“Please, Quinn, tell me why?” Ash asked me softly as he looked up at me, and I fought back the words that would destroy us all.
“It was either going to be me or you,” I told him instead, wiping my eyes quickly as I pulled myself up straighter. “We both know we didn’t really work; I just made the first move to end it.”
“Quinn,” Jett’s voice was quiet, but I heard his surprise at my words.
“What?” I looked them all over, one too pained to look at me, one who wasn’t sure he was hearing my words properly, and one who saw right through me. “We’re Devils. We fuck who we want, when we want. That doesn’t change just because I’m a girl.”
“You’re a bitch.”
I looked at Ash, and I inclined my head. “I didn’t think you would be this upset,” I told him as I swallowed past the lump in my throat. “I didn’t mean to hurt you.”
I turned and left the classroom, hurrying past the students who took the chance to see into the devastation of the classroom as I ran to the girls’ bathroom to get away from the stares and the whispers. Inside, I washed my face and let out a few tears as I screamed internally at the damage I’d done.
As I wiped my face with coarse paper towels, I looked up and jumped when I saw Gray leaning against the door, his hand on the lock.
“You happy now?” I asked him angrily. “Is that what you wanted?”
Idly, he flipped the lock and advanced toward me. A large hand wrapped around my throat as he brought his lips down almost on mine.
“No.” His lips crushed mine, and I opened for him as his hands tugged at my shirt and his cold hands traveled over my skin. Gray pushed me until I was almost sitting on a sink, and then his hand was under my skirt, his fingers pushing my panties aside before sliding two inside me. “Open wider.”
I spread my legs, not caring he was so rough, not caring I had just broken his cousin’s heart, not caring he was going to fuck me in the school bathrooms. I bit his shoulder when he pushed inside me to stop my scream, and then he was slamming into me. Angry eyes glared at me as one hand dug into my thigh and the other squeezed my throat. My hands clutched at his shoulders as he pushed inside over and over until I was falling over the edge, and I heard his answering grunt as he emptied himself inside me. As his breathing returned to normal, he pulled out of me and fixed his pants.
Without a word, he turned away from me, but as he stopped to check his phone, he turned back to me. “This didn’t happen.”
“Because you don’twantme?” I mocked him as he unlocked the door. His cold laughter echoed in the bathroom as the door closed behind him.
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