“Sunny … not in here,” Levi growls.
“Fuck that,” I bark back at him, and I jump up from my seat and go for the chase, wielding my knives like goddamn arrows, intent on finding their prey.
“Give me back my phone, or I swear to God, I will puncture your balls and hang you on my wall by the hairy skin like a goddamn mounted head!”
Elliot shrieks and darts off, panic settling in his eyes when he throws one glance at me over his shoulder. Good.
Elliot rushes past every seat and table, screaming his head off, before flopping my phone in the hands of none other than Xavier Caruso.
“Take it! I don’t want her wrath! I just needed her to listen to us!” Elliot squeals.
Xavier looks completely befuddled, and his eyes find the screen in the few seconds it takes me to make it to him, but when his eyes finally find mine, they grow big.
I stop right in front of him and hold out my hand, staring him down with such ferocity that he begins to shiver in place.
“Give it to me. Now.”
He slides my phone my way through the air, planting it in my hand without even looking away. So easy to command. Precisely how boys should be.
“Good boy.”
And I turn around and march right back to the table I was sitting at, where Levi and Max are waiting for me.
“Oh shit, she’s got it back,” Max mutters.
“Elliot, you fucking pussy!” Levi yells across the hall as Elliot bolts off.
“You,” I growl, and I grab him by the collar of his shirt. “You think I’d let anyone steal my fucking phone?”
“It’s not about the phone,” Levi replies.
“You wanted my attention? You got it,” I hiss back, leaning in, still deciding whether or not I’m going to knock some teeth out of his pretty mouth for attempting to prank me.
“I just want to know what happened to you,” he says.
The sincerity in his voice catches me off guard.
“I know that doctor told you something important,” he adds. “Something bad, right? Please, talk to us.”
God. If only he wasn’t so incessantly good to the bone.
My face wrinkles from all the hatred flooding my body, and I shove Levi back into his seat. “No.”
I waltz off, leaving my strawberries with him.
“Wait, you haven’t even finished your lunch!” Max says.
“I’m not fucking hungry anymore,” I growl back at them over my shoulder.
It’s only half the truth. They keep prying into my life like it’s theirs, and it makes my stomach churn. But the other half is that I am still hungry … hungry for revenge. And I know just the way to satiate that hunger.
I march out the door and head straight for the parking lot, but the second I hop onto my bike, a guy with wavy, pure blond hair and the most obnoxiously handsome face blocks my motorcycle.
Orion Navarro.
“Get out of my way,” I hiss at him.
“Take me,” he says.
