Page 18 of The Monster I Am
A wild card.
And that wild card is Bexley.
Tai—in all his gracious glory—forwarded me a certain video last night. I should probably feel ashamed or embarrassed to admit that I’ve watched it multiple times. But seeing Bexley’s beautiful cunt in HD and being able to replay her breathy moans and cries, well, that means more to me than a little strategic financial warfare.
Sleep? It's impossible now.
I’m fairly certain I have friction burns on my dick from the amount of times I’ve jerked myself off over the video.
He knew what he was doing and deserves all the damn credit.
Pulling into the Willowbrook parking lot, I carefully observe the other early students slowly making their way in. There is another upside to all this. Not sleeping means my punctuality is on point—not that I rarely lack it.
But apparently, it’s come in handy today.
I spy with my wicked little eye… one shady jock and a self-obsessed cheerleader.
Liv is anything but tactful when it comes to social appearances. Her entire life is a showcase—a performance of self-proclaimed importance.
When she hands Perkins an envelope with a little pat on his pec, my eyebrows shoot up in morbid curiosity.
It’s not unusual for footballers and cheerleaders to interact. If anything, it’s expected. But not like this.
Olivia only chooses to engage with people who she can use for her own benefit. If Perkins was Captain, or hell, even a decent player or belonged to an esteemed family within our circle, then perhaps I could overlook this encounter. But he’s lucky to be in our Willowbrook inner circle at all if I’m brutally honest. Theonly reason he’s gotten this far over the past few years is his willingness to help us when we’ve called on it. Never in all the years I’ve known Olivia has she looked his way twice.
When their little rendezvous is finished, I wait for him to disappear through the entrance into the academy before getting out of the truck and making my presence known.
“Bit early for drug deals, isn’t it, Liv?”
Her eyes flare when she spots me, tossing her long hair flirtatiously over her shoulder. “Already coming crawling back, Rylan? I knew you’d get bored of that Cedar trash quickly. It’s fine, I might be able to forgive you if you can make it up to me.”
I shove my hands into the pockets of the hoodie I threw on after my morning run. “Cute. Unfortunately, this is strictly a business visit. Sorry to disappoint,” I add sarcastically. I couldn’t give two shits if I hurt her feelings. That would imply she has any to begin with.
Liv throws her chest out in a blatant desperate attempt to catch my attention. “We really need to discuss this behavior, Ry. I’m sure my daddy could get you some help if you need it. I heard the Lilydale asylum is opening back up.”
“A vacation from you and a free jacket? Sure.”
She makes a small choking noise before quickly recovering. “Seriously. I know you’ve been really stressed,” she murmurs seductively, stepping into me. “I can help.”
Her hand slithers up my chest and I hastily snatch her wrist to remove it from my body.
“Olivia, listen to me carefully. I’m only going to say this once,” I tell her firmly. “I’m so done with you that I’m counting down the days to when my body finishes shedding the last of any remaining skin cells that may have touched you so that soon there won’t be a single part of me that has physical ties to your existence. But you best remember your damn place here. I can destroy you so quickly that everything you love and know willcease to exist. If I find out you’re fucking with us, I promise there’s nothing more you’ll regret.”
I let go of her wrist, shoving it toward her as I wait for the usual pout or tantrum. Liv takes a step back, tilting her chin up.
“Very bold of you, Rylan. That’s a big threat for someone who’s going down with a sinking ship. If I were you, I’d take a long,hardlook at yourself before you make so-called promises of destruction.”
My eyes narrow. “What the hell does that mean?”
Liv smiles sweetly. “I think you know what it means. You’re the laughingstock of Willowbrook right now. And you can thank your Cedar trash for that. She’s got you by the balls and everyone knows it. You’re basically damaged goods—a joke. I was trying to do you a favor out of loyalty for our families, but you’re not worth saving.”
She laughs, dragging a curled finger across my jaw as she turns and slinks off. Even with her physical presence gone, I still feel disgusted. At her. Myself. Everything.
I wait until she disappears inside the building before digging my phone out of my pocket. Dialing, I listen to the rings until the familiar voice picks up.
“Hunter, we have a problem.”
Coach Carter gives his usual spiel, shooting off instructions for gym while the rest of the class groan miserably.
