Sending my last text for the night, I reply:
Get me in
21
KINSLEY
More people arein the library than usual. Bryce catches me this morning, asking me if I’m still considering going to the Halloween party with Josh. After what he and Eden shared with me yesterday, I’m not sure. Being the good friend he’s turning out to be, Bryce gives me an out and tells me I could tag with Eden and him if I want. I tell him I’d let them know. And I need to let Josh know soon since the party is only a little more than a week away. Hell, I don’t even have a costume yet and haven’t even thought about what I’m going to go as. If I go at all. Staying home sounds so much easier.
I set my bag in the chair and then begin my search for the biology research book I used last time. Someone wrote a shitload of side notes in the margins, which proved more helpful than the assigned textbook. In the far back corner of the library, rustling and low-spoken words grab my attention. It doesn’t sound like people are getting it on. God knows I don’t need another eyeful of another live-action sex session.
Deciding to check it out, I follow the noises. When I turn the corner around the bookshelf, a couple of guys back a younger-looking guy against the wall. Unable to keep to my own business,especially when someone is being bullied, I quietly close in on them, stealthy like a panther. I should walk away and mind my own fucking business. But the second I catch a glimpse of the fear on the guy’s face, I can’t turn my back. Please don’t let him piss himself. I may regret my stupid decision to get involved.
“Your brother owes me money for the weed I sold him last week. He hasn’t been around, so it’s up to you to pay.”
Great, petty drug lords. Here goes nothing. Conjuring my sexy voice up from the deep, I say, “Hi, sorry to interrupt, but can you guys help me find a book?”
The bully, holding the guy’s jacket lapels, drops him. His eyes seethe with fury. His friend, a preppy blond, smiles at me as if he isn’t on the verge of plowing the poor guy’s face in.
“Do you want to watch? Get the fuck out of here!”
I shake my head. “Sorry, I can’t do that. I really need that book.”
He slowly closes in on me. I let him. The other jerk catches his friend’s drift and decides he wants in on the action.
The dark-haired guy presses his forefinger and thumb to his chin as if he’s debating how to handle me. “Yeah, think you can take on two of us?”
“I don’t know. Maybe.” I grin shyly.
“Let’s find out,” the blond asshole says as he waggles his eyebrows.
Sizing them up, I say, “I don’t think I’ll have a problem taking on the two of you.” Even though my meaning differs significantly from his, I don’t verbally correct him. Instead, I decide to show him.
They eye each other, grinning like the idiots they are. I swear their small cocks would high-five each other if they could. The blond moves in closer, and the dark-haired guy closes in on my other side, sandwiching me.
That’s when I strike.
I knee the blond in the balls, and he goes down like a fucking rock. The dark-haired guy reaches for my wrist, but I yank it away before he can get a grip. Grabbing a handful of his hair, I jerk back his head. He reaches up for my hand as I spin him around and shove him face-first into the brick wall. He hits it hard enough to be dazed as he tries to get his balance. He fails and slumps to the ground on his knees.
I take a quick second to find the wide-eyed guy still frozen against the wall. Jerking my head, I say, “Here’s your chance to get lost. What are you waiting for?”
Without a second thought, he takes off.
The blond finds the strength to stand. “You bitch,” he rasps. “You just cost me two hundred bucks.”
“Yeah, well, you just caused me to break a nail. So I’d say we’re even.” I go in with an uppercut.
His dark-haired friend watches him go down. His shit-colored eyes widen as he tries to catch his breath.
“You got a little something there.” I point to the dark-haired guy. A thin trickle of blood seeps from his forehead down between his eyes. Propping my hands on my jutted-out hip, I wait to see what he’ll do next. “Are you done, or do you want more?”
He decides to come at me again. His knuckles are white as rage thunders through him. Growling, he throws a punch. I dodge it and come up beside him, elbowing his kidney. Then, while he’s paying attention to that pain, I pinch the pressure point at his neck. He slumps to the floor next to his friend, unconscious.
“Assholes,” I mumble and consider what to do next. I never played with dolls when I was young, but I feel like I may have missed out. I undo each of their belts, then place their hands respectively over the other’s dick. I wipe my hands down the front of my skirt and giggle as I turn away.
My soft laugh dies in my throat when I see Edge standing at the end of the aisle. His expression could be construed as“Nice job, Ninja.”or“What the fuck?”I’m not sure I want either one from him. This would be the perfect chance for him to turn me in and end my time here at Monarch.
“Oh, shit,” I hiss. “Hey. Just a…” I throw my thumb over my shoulder to the assholes. “Just…” Still, nothing comes out of my mouth as he makes his way straight for me.
