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  “Okay, sorry I didn’t tell you. You just got something shitty to say about everything I do. It’s my sculpture. That’s how I got the scars.” He looks down at his arms.

  “Sure,” I huff. “That’s what mine are from, too.” I look him in the eyes, daring him to lie to me again. “I know you’re all broody and pissed because prison made you stupid, but at some point you’re going to have to not be a dick about everything.”

  “Fuck! I’m not being a dick! You’re being a bitch!”

  I bark out a laugh. Because I am being a bitch but pushing him away is easier this way.

  “I’m not being a bitch, I’m calling it as I see it. And all I see is a guy who should already be out of high school struggling to get by in classes I took a year ago, making stupid fucking pony trash in the side yard because he’s too lazy to get a fucking job.” I huff. “Wonder what your dad would think if he saw how fucked your life is. He’d probably be proud, right? Like father like son.”

  He glares at me before moving his arm and opening my exit. “I don’t fuckin’ know why I think you’re so hot, because you’re a fuckin’ bitch, Leena.”

  His words twist my gut and make me feel like I could explode. Don’t call me hot and a bitch in the same sentence. I glare at him, trying to decide if I want to jump him or slap him or both. He smirks at me and I growl, tightening my fists at my side. The man makes me feel insane!

  “You’re such a fucking asshole,” I growl. I don’t want to feel that way when he tells me I’m hot. I don’t want to care about the asshole. “God forbid you actually take pride in that pile of shit. I know I wouldn’t.” I want to stomp by and knock it over but I don’t. Because it’s not as bad as I’m making him think but if he leaves me alone I won’t have this daily battle of whether or not I should fuck him.

  “I take pride in how bow legged I can make a girl walk when I’m done with her!” he calls to me out the back door and I smirk, knowing he can’t see it. I don’t want to like him like this. Nothing good’s going to come out of it, especially when my dad finds out.

  “I wouldn’t know,” I yell back to him, heading for the lake. Playing with fire, Leena.

  “Yeah because no one wants to touch you, Leena!” he screams. “They’re afraid your frigid vag will freeze their dick!”

  Growling, his words make me turn and glare at him across the yard. “I’ve had enough dick, thank you very much!”

  “Awesome, Leena! Keep being a whore!”

  Fuck! I storm back over to him, shoving my finger into his chest. Pure rage making my vision blur. He’s not allowed to talk to me like that!

  “Don’t pretend you know who I am,” I snap.

  “I don’t give a shit who you are. Just like you obviously don’t give a shit who I am.”

  My heart’s racing and my fists tighten at my side. I've never actually fought someone but something’s brewing and I’m rolling with it.

  “You don’t give a shit about anyone, though, so that’s not surprising.” I throw my hands to my hips.

  "I tried to give a shit about you in the kitchen, that’s why I wanted between your legs. But you're fucking icy and I don't want anywhere near that.”

  “That’s cute. I’ll remind you of that next time you have your hand shoved down my pants in your kitchen.”

  I have to leave. I’ve got to get out of here before I physically hurt this dick. I spin and storm towards the lake, pissed even more now that I’ve probably missed out on the sunset I was looking forward to. He gets under my skin in ways no one else ever has but I can’t not egg him on either. I've made my mind up and I refuse to disappoint my father. Plus, Sutton’s a high I’m terrified of because of that old saying.

  What goes up, must come down. And that crash isn’t one I need.

  When I turn to get the hell away from him, he grabs my arm. The camera I didn’t secure on my shoulder falls to the ground and the crack and shatter noise we just heard is not good.

  His eyes go wide and he looks up at me. “Oh fuck,” he whispers.

  I feel the tears threaten. “Fuck you.” I snatch the camera off the ground, my hands shaking because I know how much trouble this is going to bring and as much of a front I put on, this is the type of trouble I don’t need to be in right now.

  I storm toward the lake, down the path to the break in the woods just to get away from him. When I come to the small clearing, I drop to my knees and bring the camera up. There’s glass rattling around inside of it meaning something inside the lens is shattered and the screen on the back is cracked. I feel a tear drop and curse, swiping at it. It's fine. I’ll replace it before giving it back to the school. You know. After I ask my older brother for money since I don’t have any.

  Fuck, fuck, fuck.

  Fuck him. And fuck me for even putting myself in that situation. It shouldn’t have ever happened because I shouldn’t be hanging around someone like him. Just like my dad said. Bad seed.

  I sit out here to collect myself before going home, but ten minutes later I hear footsteps coming my way. I hope it’s my sister. She usually keeps quiet about me being upset and just lets me cry over it.

  It’s not though.

  Sutton sits next to me and sets a metal box thing in my lap. It looks like something he probably made . It’s kind of steampunk and cool looking.

  “That’s six hundred and forty-eight dollars,” he says quietly, calmly. “I’m sorry.”

  “I don’t want your money.” I set the box back on his lap. “Just leave me alone.” Please. It'll be so much easier this way.

  “No problem, but take the fuckin’ money, Leena. It’s my fault, so take the money.”

  “It’s fine, really. Don’t worry, my family’s used to you ruining our things. I'll be fine without your help.” I don’t want to hurt him but I want him to get the point that we’re not good together. Because I don’t think I have it in me to walk away from whatever I feel for this asshole, so it’ll be better if he does. For both of us. Because my dad would murder him...

  “Fuck,” he grunts in frustration. “Is that why you’re such a bitch to me? But let me guess, to piss off your daddy you keep talking to me. You get off on Fenton and your sister catching us ‘cause they tell your dad? I’m not here to help you piss off your parents. I thought you’d be cool like you used to be.” He gets to his feet. “I don’t get you. You fucking want me one minute, and hate me the next.”

  “Woah.” I laugh, standing. “You think I want to piss my parents off? Trust me, I do that well enough without your help. I don’t need any more ammo for the disappointing daughter act.”

  “Cool, keep the money and have your dad pay for the camera anyway. I don’t give a fuck, just leave me alone while I gotta live in this hell hole. I’m sick of your mixed signals.”

  “My mixed signals!?” I snap but don’t have a witty comeback for him. I mean I did ignore him for a few weeks after grinding on him the third day of school. “I don’t give mixed signals,” I whisper, knowing that’s a lie.

  If I didn’t want him so much I’d let him walk away right now. I should just let him walk away. But for the first time ever I don’t feel bad for being myself around someone. For saying what’s on my mind rather than filtering it so I don’t offend whoever I’m talking to.

  “Yeah you do. The way you kissed me was like getting off wasn’t the only thing on your mind. Then you ghost me at school like you don’t even know me. I’m not into wasting my time for a piece of ass I’m not even gonna get.”

  “You’ve said yourself you don’t care about me,” I snap. “So what’s it matter if I give you attention? You could fuck any girl you want if that’s all you're interested in but you’re hung up on me talking to you in gym class?”

  “No, I’m hung up on the fact that I like you and you just like to give me a hard time. Like it’s revenge or something for what I did to your family.”

  “You...” He likes me? Fuck. He can’t like me! Because I’m crazy attracted to him and if he l
ikes me than I’m screwed. I sigh and shake my head, changing the subject to something that may help him leave me alone. “Sutton, after you got that cozy stay in prison with your meals cooked for you every day you know what I got? Security cameras on every inch of our house. Alarms on all the doors. And a tracker on my phone so my parents knew where I was twenty-four seven. I went from having freedom to feeling like a fucking caged animal because of what you did. So yes, sure, you’re hot and sexy and for some reason I can’t stay away from you, but I want to, and it’s driving me fucking insane that I can’t! Because I’m supposed to hate you!” So that didn’t go where I had planned. But he didn’t seem to catch on to the whole ‘I like you too much for anyone’s good and it’s only been a couple weeks’ thing. Thankfully, too, because that makes me seem really fucking crazy.

  “Yeah, you probably should hate me. I didn’t get a cozy prison stay. I got what I asked for. And I’m sorry your parents care enough about you to try and protect you. I got a dad that tried to kill my brother and he’s still out there. So sorry, Leena. Sorry you want to fuck with me but I got enough of my own issues and I can’t deal with yours too.”

  “I’m not trying to fuck with you,” I mumble. “At least not on purpose. I’m just...” I let out a growl and run my hand through my hair. “I don’t want to feel this way, Sutton. I don't want to like you like this. Like...but I can’t not either. I don’t think that’s even fucking possible.” I huff, feeling defeated.

  I can’t tell him why I don’t want to. Because my dad told me not to. Because for once I don’t want to disappoint the guy. He’d laugh in my face and I couldn’t stand him laughing at me while fucking other girls. Being pissed at me? Sure. I can do that because then the anger feels real and right. But laughing at me? Hell no.

  “So stop thinking about whatever makes you want to stay away from me.” He walks toward me. “’Cause I don’t want you to stay away from me.” Grabbing my hips he pulls me closer to him and I go without a fight because when it comes down to it, this is where I want to be.

  “This is a terrible idea,” I whisper, pushing my arms up and around his neck, grinning, finally giving in to what I’ve been fighting because I’m just plain exhausted. It’s a horrible idea, but I’m tired of trying to pretend I don’t like him.

  “Not really.” He chuckles and leans down to kiss me, his hand sliding to my ass.

  This is why I liked Sutton when we were kids, he made his intentions clear. They weren’t he just wanted to fool around, because he always stuck around after. Any time I’d try and ditch him, he’d let me know it wasn’t going to happen. He wanted more than a fuck and chuck. Surprisingly. But thank god he’s not a sap like his brother. Fenton is a gentleman and treats Paige like a princess. Sutton is a slut and will let me know he’s not into princesses. He’s into what I am. Hard and delicious.

  I moan into the kiss and wrap my arms around his head when he kisses down my neck and bites into my skin. He lifts me and I wrap my legs around him, grinding against him and letting my body take over. He’s strong, and knows what he’s doing, and if we weren’t outside, I’d probably already have his clothes off. I need him that bad. He manages to lower us to the ground and when I’m straddled over him his hands slide up the bottom of my shirt. My hips keep grinding and he pushes my bra up, immediately going for my nipples.

  “Shit,” I gasp, pushing against him.

  “Let me fuck you,” he says before clamping his teeth around my nipple again, but I just saw car lights and that’s probably Paige getting home. There’s not enough privacy out here for that.

  I grin and bite my lip when he shoves my tits together and buries his face in them.

  “Not out here.”

  “Fine.” His hand moves to the button on my pants and we lock eyes. He’s not stopping, but he’s waiting for me to put an end to this. I lock eyes with him. “Layers don’t come off and I still get what I want.”

  I pray my sister doesn’t see us because I really don’t want this to end.

  “Sutton?” Fenton yells from the house and I try to get up but Sutton wraps his arm around my waist and holds me on his lap. “Shh,” he says. “He can’t see us from the house. You just have to.” He stops and looks down at the same time his hand slides into my pants and underwear. “Be quiet,” he whispers as he rubs against my clit.

  “Fuck.” I gasp and he chuckles. His fingers work fucking magic; I don’t know how to be quiet when someone’s playing me like this. “Fuck, fuck, Sutton,” I breathe, then bury my face in his neck because it feels too good to be quiet.

  “Shhh.” His hand slides up my throat then clamps over my mouth. His other hand plunges a finger inside of me and I gasp with a jolt, but he keeps his hand over my mouth, holding me tight. “Don’t fucking make a noise, Leena. Just fuck my hand and keep quiet.” He moves faster, slipping another finger gently inside me.

  I whimper, then start to rock on his hand. His palm is pushed tight against my clit and his fingers are curling. Every pivot of my hips makes me want to cry out but I do as I’m told and stay as quiet as I can. Each squeak that leaves my lips makes him curse. He slams his lips to mine as my hips speed up and I feel my orgasm start to tingle through me. My pussy clenches and he groans as I rock harder, needing more. His teeth clamp around my lip hard and his free hand grabs my tit just as hard, flicking my nipple and sending me over the edge.

  “Shit!” I hiss, my body tightening around him just to explode around his fingers. “Fuck, shit.” I can’t be quiet.

  His hand covers my mouth again and he glances back toward the house but doesn’t stop moving his fingers inside me while I ride this out. When he locks eyes with me, there’s warning to be quiet and it makes me whimper at his dominance and I come harder. I muffle my cries from my orgasm and finally stop moving, dropping my forehead to his shoulder.

  He kisses my cheek and pulls his hand out. “You need practice,” he whispers.

  “What?” I breathe, trying to find level ground when I feel like I’m still floating. “The fuck does that mean?” God, my brain is mush.

  “It means you’re going to have to learn to do what I tell you or next time I won’t let you come. I want to be able to finger you with someone in the room and them not know. You’ll learn.”

  My body shudders at his words. I like that way too much. I kiss him, lingering longer than I planned but being connected to him just feels right. “I have to get home,” I whisper.

  “Sutton!” my sister yells for him this time.

  “Yeah, apparently I do too. Mom and Dad are calling me.” He lifts me off him and we stand. I can see my sister on her porch, but she doesn’t notice us. “See you in gym?”

  “Yeah.” I pull him to me again and slam my lips to his. “Thanks for the orgasm.” I laugh and snatch up the camera then toss him the box of money.

  “Leena, take the fuckin’ money. You have to fix the camera before they find out you broke it. And keep the box. ‘Cause it’s cool.” He smirks proudly at his work.

  “Yeah, yeah,” I mutter, taking it back. With one more lingering look, I move to get my ass home and study the details of this box.

  “What’s that?” my dad asks the minute I walk into our kitchen and I scream.

  “Shit, Dad!” He glares at me and I mutter, “Sorry,” before setting the box down and grabbing a cup of water.

  “So, what’s the box?”

  “A gift from a friend.” I grin and swipe it up before he opens it and sees the money inside. I stashed the camera in my car before I came in so at least he isn’t asking more questions I can’t answer.

  “It’s cool.” He nods his approval and my heart is happy. “Were you at Paige’s again?”

  “Yeah,” I answer before I realize I shouldn’t have. My sister didn’t even know I was there.

  “Sutton there?” He shoves his hands in his pockets and I can tell he's prepared to be disappointed with my answer.

  “Nope, I don’t think so.” I shrug, feeling kind of
nauseous for lying to him like this. “I was watching a show with Fenton. Serial killers.” I grin and my dad...holy shit he’s smiling. The same smile Annie and Paige get.

  “Nice,” he says, laughing. “You're a good seed, Leena.” He ruffles my hair. “Keep it that way, alright?”

  I’m beaming with pride as he walks away but the minute the high wears off I feel like shit again. Because that’s not real pride. It’s fake happiness...because I lied to him.

  Fuck, why’s this have to be so hard?

  I’m not comfortable using my brother’s laptop for theses kinds of searches, but it’s so much easier than my phone. I’m on a close watch but if I erase all traces of my browser history, I should be safe.

  I locate a kid that taught me not to take any shit in juvie. Without him, I would have been eaten alive. Tracking him down, I call his phone.

  “Yeah?”

  “Atman?” I ask with uncertainty.

  “Who’s this?”

  “Sterling.” My eyes keep flashing toward the house.

  “Sutton?”

  “Yeah, man.” I chuckle in relief. “What’s up?”

  “Shit, what’s up? You need something?”

  I’m glad I can get right to the point. “A gun,” I quietly tell him and glance toward my closed bedroom door.

  After hanging up with him, I search out the land my dad owned, finding out it’s still tied up with the banks and the state. That means it’s unoccupied and probably gone to hell. Which also makes me think it’s not as unoccupied as people assume. I’m determined to find my dad.

  The knock at my closed door makes me jump and I start deleting my history.

  “Sutton?” My brother knocks again.

  “Come in,” I say casually, still deleting all traces of my search. “Sup?” I glance at him.

  “What’re you up to? Homework?”

  “Of course.” I huff and glance at him, finishing my final delete. “Sup?”

  “I want Paige to meet Mia.”

  I grip the laptop, trying not to lose my cool but this subject is a rough one and I don’t like to think about. One fuck up after another haunts me. My daughter isn’t a fuck up, but her having me for a father is.