Page 120 of Fuckboy Psychos (Scarlett Force 1)
He shoves away from me and when I turn, I see that his nostrils are flared, his face red with anger. He’s squeezing his hands into tight fists and gritting his teeth as he glares at me.
“Sex is a coarse, filthy act. It’s the motivator for most of the world’s worst hate crimes.” Widow reaches up to grab at his hair with both hands, and my mouth parts slightly. Uh-oh. I may have just accidentally pushed him too hard. But how the hell am I supposed to know that sex is a trigger for him when he keeps willingly seeking me out and touching me and grabbing me? He glares at me with accusatory gold eyes. “Rape, molestation, femicide, pedophilia. Sex for humans is now nothing but a vulgar perversion.”
“I …” I start, glancing down at the romance novel lying on the floor before I lift my gaze back to his. “Why do you read about it every day then?”
Widow releases his hair and takes a step toward me. I think about what Lemon told me the first day that I met him, how he killed his uncle when he was only twelve. I had my suspicions then about why. I see now that I was probably right about all that.
“I’m trying to understand,” he grinds out, looking pained. He slaps the back of one hand into the palm of the other, like he’s pleading with me. “Look at me. I’m falling apart. You are making me fall apart. I read this shit every day, and I don’t get it. I don’t understand it at all.”
“I am making you fall apart?” I repeat back at him, scoffing. “How is it my problem if you find me attractive? Did I make you jack off and leave cum all over my steering wheel, huh? Did I? Did I, Widow?” I scowl at him and shake my head. While I feel for him, I won’t take any responsibility for his issues. “If you wanted me to fuck off, why not just say it? Why stroke my panties? Why follow me around?”
“Get out,” he snaps, his tone similar to that day at the track when he masturbated for me. So many mixed signals from this guy. As I said before, he’s psycho. Just like Bohnes. I should be turned-off, but yet … God, I can’t deal with this.
“This is my library and my school,” I hiss, locking eyes with him so that he can see the full force of my fury. “You get out. Now. Get the fuck out!” I throw my arm out in the direction of the exit and Widow takes off, but not before snatching his alien romance book from the floor.
He tears past me and disappears out the doors as I stand there panting, putting my hand on my chest and letting my head hang forward for just a second, just to get control over my emotions.
“Shit,” I murmur, gathering up the stack of spilled books from the floor.
From now on, I am done playing games with Widow. He wants to pursue something more, he can come and find me.
I’m still considering ‘hiring’ him to help me with this Ash Kelly thing, but whatever. That’s a whole different animal.
I can hire him without getting sex involved.
I swear … just not on my grandmother’s life or anything like that. More like a half-swear or something.
Widow avoids both me and the library as a whole until Thursday. He even parks somewhere else. Don’t know where, but I don’t see his purple ‘Vette until Thursday morning, parked just inches in front of the Devil.
“This asshole,” I grumble, swiping a hand over my face with a sigh. I head up the front steps with girls fawning over me. One of them even offers me a newly opened soda with a straw in it. I take it, sucking the drink down and lifting my shades up to offer an exaggerated wink in Officer Misogynist’s direction.
He wrinkles his nose at me, handing me my knife the way he always does.
Principal Vaughn sees me coming and scoots out of the way. He acts as if he has power in this school, but we both know that ain’t true.
If I wanted to, I could ruin him. But I have other things to do. First, get my crew to graduation as whole and healthy as I can. I already feel like a failure for what happened to Evelyn so … I gotta make that as right as I can by dealing with Ash Kelly.
Next, I’ll get myself and my family out of here. My fantasies include buying my grandma a big fancy house to live in. Doubtless my mom, aunt, and Alexis will end up there, too, but it’s mostly for Patricia. I want to buy her a nice car and fancy clothes, groceries that aren’t generic and on clearance at a cheap supermarket where people deal drugs in the parking lot.
