Page 42 of Chaos at Prescott High (The Havoc Boys 2)
“I have no intention of doing any such thing,” I tell him, completely unafraid. Havoc Girl, Havoc Girl, Havoc Girl. The words echo around in my skull, helping to banish the sounds from that awful, awful video. “I’m sure you’re tired from all of that protecting and serving you’ve done today, but you have two hands. Clean it up yourself.”
Neil clenches his teeth, still dressed in his uniform and sneering like the wicked, evil thing he is. His expression reminds me of a spider's web, of the dried insect carcasses caught in the silk, spinning beneath the pointed legs of a venomous arachnid. He loves to see his victims squirm, so I refuse to give him the pleasure.
“You’re gettin’ a mouth on you, girl,” he says, moving closer in an attempt to intimidate me. “Almost as bad as Penelope was before she died.” He smiles now, and my vision goes red. It takes everything I have inside of me to hold back. I’m better than that, better than him. Whatever small amount of satisfaction I’d get from hitting him right now, it’ll be a drop of water in the ocean compared to Havoc’s plans. “Must be because of that gang you’re running with. It’s time we had a talk about those hoodlums.”
I look back at Pamela.
“Better to whore myself out to 'those thugs',” I make quotes with my fingers, “than let your husband fuck me into an early grave.”
The room goes silent, and then Neil is coming at me, getting up in my face as Pamela sloshes what’s left of her martini all over the coffee table as she slams it down on the glass surface.
“You want to say that again?” Neil threatens, the toes of his shoes just an inch from my own. “Considering all the things I know.”
“What about the things I know?” I retort, my heartbeat thundering as I smell his sour breath, and the reek of old sweat from his uniform. Unfortunately, Neil Pence isn't a particularly unattractive man, but over the years, he's gotten uglier and uglier to me, to the point where I'm not even sure what he really looks like, without that filter over his better-than-average features. He sickens me, he smells to me, and I don't know if it's all in my head or not. The mind can play strange tricks, can't it?
“You think you can shake me with that shit?” Neil asks, reaching out to touch my hair. I slap his hand away as Pamela scrambles up from the couch, shoving between us to take her husband's side. Like always.
“Keep your hands off of my man,” she snaps, looking at me like I'm the greatest mistake she ever made.
Frankly, I think she might be right about that.
I'm going to make it my mission to become her worst nightmare.
“Just a bunch of brats playing a game with rules they don't understand,” Neil tells me as I move past them and head up the stairs. “Keep pushing, little girl, and you'll find yourself in that metaphorical grave.”
“Likely,” I start, pausing at the top of the stairs and leaning over the railing. “It's going to end up the other way.” The video flickers in my mind again, and I brush it away as Pamela starts to scream at me. I'll see him fucking buried for what he did, I think as I push open the door to my room and slam it closed behind me.
I've trained Heather well, so she's already situated on the bed with her headphones in, using my phone to watch YouTube.
Good girl.
I flick the locks on the door, grab Pen's journal, and sit in the bathtub with all my clothes on to read it. Fortunately, Heather can't hear me when I start to cry.Prescott High, November fourth. Total shitshow.
As soon as I get there and see Principal Vaughn standing in the front hallway, I almost lose my shit.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I whisper as Aaron pauses beside me, his body cloaked in a baggy hoodie to hide his injury, his green-gold gaze locked on the principal. “He's not supposed to be here, Aaron.”
“No shit,” Aaron murmurs, glancing down at me. I look back at him, and this moment passes between us, one where I remember his hot cum in my palm, and he's probably thinking about my tit in his mouth. Doesn't matter. I can't focus on personal stuff, not right now. I'm too angry with Havoc as a whole to think past business. Having to ride with Aaron all the way to school this morning was agony though. I'm just not built to deal with feelings.
“Well, this is unexpected,” Oscar quips, moving up to stand beside me. He taps his fingers on the screen of a brand-new iPad, glancing my way and noticing the direction of my stare. He smiles, a slow, awful smile, the smile of a devil. I ignore him, turning back to look at Principal Vaughn instead. If he's here, it's because the Thing encouraged him to be. I could see it written all over my stepdad's face this morning: he thinks this is fun. That, and he intends to win. “I don't like surprises.”
