Chapter Two

Snow

I stare at Lyrical from across the café as her friends say something to her, but she seems zoned out. Seeing her sends me into a fit of rage—I don't want to be tied down to her for the rest of my life. Seeing those tears in her eyes makes me want to shove my dick into her. Hell, the woman breathes in my direction and I'm horny like a teenager. I can't believe I was in love with her. I worshipped the ground she walked on, that's how much I was in love with her. Now, I hate her more than anything in this world and no one knows the deep obsession I have over her even now, after everything she's done, and I can't fathom it. Even when I want to choke her to death, I still want to be around her.

Little does she know I've been stalking her all summer, and I had Jameson plant a tracking device on her new phone that allows me to see what apps she uses. Hoping she would admit she popped drugs before she drove. She claims she was drugged, but I don't believe her.

She didn't do much but stayed at her parents' house. The last time I saw her was at Bailey's funeral, where she cried so badly her father had to carry her away from the gravesite. My father blames me for the accident because I was supposed to be looking out for Bailey, so I haven't spoken to him since the night at the hospital. And my mother, she fell into a deep depression and tried to commit suicide, so my father had her admitted into the psych ward.

"You going to finish that?" Jameson shovels my waffles into his mouth without giving me time to answer.

Jameson loves to eat food. His favorite hobby is restaurant-hopping.

"Are we doing our annual party tonight?" Irvin says, kicking his Italian loafers up on a chair, and he straightens his blue shirt.

I'm not in the mood to party and it has never been my thing, but we do it to allow the rest of the students at our mansion to feel like they can be in our circle. It's crazy how people want our attention, want to network with us, and it can be quite annoying as well. People pretending to like me so they can get into my inner circle. If I befriend anyone, it would give them a boost in their social life. We keep a tight circle because we do a lot of illegal shit.

"Fuck yeah, I need to nosedive into some pussy. My father has been working the shit out of me," Keanu replies, folding his arms across his chest, wrinkling his polo shirt.

"Send out information through IG," I murmur to them.

They pull out their phones, including me, and I make an IG post. I get over two hundred likes in one minute. I tuck my phone back into my pocket.

Savannah strolls over to my table and makes her way onto my lap. She wraps her arms around my shoulders, and I roll my eyes. I don't give a fuck about her. She's a tool I'll use to get back at Lyrical because I know they both hate each other's guts. Even though I fucked her over the summer to get over Lyrical and she was a lousy lay. Her parents have been pestering mine for her hand in marriage. To be honest, I'd rather drag my dick over hot coal before I marry her. She's annoying as fuck, her head game sucks, and she tries to make me talk about my feelings. I would rather be stuck with Lyrical, so I can make her pay for what she did.

I feel the wetness from her pussy leaking all over my pants because she's not wearing any panties, and her tube dress barely covers her tits. When she meshes her lips against mine, her kiss is sloppy as fuck and my dick grows limp, unlike earlier when I was hard as a brick for Lyrical. I pull away from her, wiping my lips with the back of my hand. Even her spit stinks.

Jameson and the rest of the crew talk among themselves, laughing and joking, while Fish Lips can't keep her mouth to herself.

My shoulders go rigid.

"I'm sorry about your loss," she says, giving me a fake, sad face. "You haven't made much time for me this summer."

It pisses me off that she's lying, because she and my sister never got along.

"I've been busy." My tone is flat.

"You ever in the mood to suck my dick," Irvin suggests, "I'm a text away. I heard you gave Jameson head."

I've never liked Irvin because he's egotistic and thinks the world revolves around him, but I have to get along with him because we're going to be business partners soon.

I glance over to Jameson, and he shrugs. "It was bland, and you use too much teeth."

When my eyes veer to Lyrical, our eyes lock, but she glances away. My dick grows hard at the thought of her, and I want my mouth on her pussy as she comes on my tongue with tears in her eyes. I used to have these fantasies of chasing her in the woods, hunting her down, fucking her, or me choking her while my dick is inside of her. I never dared speak those words to her, in fear of scaring her off, but now I plan to use her as my sex blow-up doll. She doesn't want to listen to my warning to leave this school, so I'm going to get back at her for killing my sister—for destroying my family. I feel the need to control her, own her in every way possible.

Lyrical's eyes roam back to us, and there is sorrow in her bright blue eyes. She holds her head high as if she's not fazed about Savannah sitting on my lap, but tears gather in the corners of her eyes. I stroke Savannah's back, making it seem like I'm into her, and Lyrical balls up her fists, placing them on the table.

Leaning down, I whisper in Savannah's ear, "Come over tonight."

I don't have any plans on fucking Fish Lips, but everyone is going to be there, and this is a ploy to get back at Lyrical just in case she shows up.

A smile spreads across her face as if she won the lottery. "Sure. What are we doing tonight?"

"We're having a party."

Savannah giggles like a schoolgirl, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

Lyrical looks so beautiful with tears in her eyes, and I want to come all over her face. When she grabs her backpack, she takes one last look at me, then leaves the café. I shove Savannah off me, and she hits her ass on the tile floor, her legs wide open, giving us all a view of her shaved pussy, and I glance away, not giving a fuck if she's hurt. Irvin takes out his phone to snap a picture of it.

"What was that for? Why did you push me?" she whines.

I can't get rid of her yet, so I lie, "I didn't push you off, babe. I was trying to get up, and you slipped."

She smiles. "It's okay."

I can't believe she fell for the lie; she's more dense than I thought.

"You should wear panties," Keanu says. "Your pussy looks gross."

She gets up, yanking down the skirt of her dress, flipping Keanu off. "I'll see you at the party." She bats her eyes at me and walks to the table with her group of friends.

I grab my phone from my pocket, then shoot Lyrical a message.

Me: Savannah will be my mistress once we're married. I'm going to enjoy you watching me fuck her.

She reads my message and sends me a middle finger emoji.

Me: You're going to be wearing my ring. Down on your knees, crawling and kneeling before me, worshipping my dick like I'm your god.