Page 82 of Disobedient Pawn

“Axel is bad news. Ya don’t want to be around him,” Myles growled, his eyes heated as he stared over me at Axel.

“Fuck you, man.” Axel jumped to his feet and yanked on my arm as he pulled me to his side. I really didn’t want to be near him. The kiss was to make a point, but I wasn’t suddenly team Axel. “If the hot new girl wants me over you, so be it.”

Myles stepped into Axel’s personal space, the two of them going nose to nose.

“You touch her, and I’ll destroy ya,” Myles said, his voice so threatening that it made me shiver.

I saw Nash behind Myles and knew this was turning into far more than I intended when I sat down on Axel’s lap. Before it could get any more out of hand, I pushed on Myles’s chest and forced him to back up.

“You mean he’s bad news like you, Nash, and Blake all betting who could have sex with me before Christmas?”

Myles’s face turned as white as a ghost as his mouth fell open.

“Got nothing to say to that? No witty comeback about how you haven’t been playing me since day one? How you made me the joke of the school?”

I didn’t know when the DJ had turned off the music, but the silence of everyone watching was deafening.

“Shit…I…,” he said, his voice sounding guilty as his eyes darted away from mine.

Good, he should feel guilty.

“Fuck you, Myles. I stupidly thought you might care about me.” My lower lip trembled. “What did I do to make you hate me so much?” Why did people have to be so terrible? I couldn’t escape them no matter how hard I tried.

“I don’t hate ya,” Myles said, and he sounded sad and sincere.

“You’re a good actor Myles, really good, but I don’t believe you.” I shook my head and stepped away from him. I needed to put space between us.

I looked around the room. Vicky was smirking in the corner, and I knew by the glint in her eyes that she had known all this time.

“You can all laugh it up now. Jokes on me. Ha ha ha. The stupid new girl was fooled. Not sure who just won, but congratu-fucking-lations.”

I pointed at Myles and then Blake and Nash.

“Unless it’s for a project, I don’t want any of you to speak to me anymore. I mean it. Stay the fuck away from me. I don’t care if I ever see any of your faces again.”

Pushing my way through the people blocking the door, I opened it and skidded to a stop as Sheriff Morrison stepped up onto the top step. Oh, this night just keeps getting better. I figured he was here for a noise complaint or maybe for Ivy if he found out she was here.

“Perfect. Just the person I was looking for.”

“What?”

I looked at him and the deputy leaning against the cruiser with flashing lights.

“Yeah, what?” Myles said, and I glared up at him.

“I said don’t talk to me.”

“I wasn’t talking to ya. I was talking to the Sheriff.”

Myles shrugged, and if I weren’t standing in front of the one person who could actually put me in jail, I would’ve strangled Myles.

I swore in my head.

“What would you like, Sheriff?”

He hooked his thumbs in this belt and smiled.

“I told you, you have a curfew.”