Resurrection: A Dark High School Romance (The Sainthood - Boys of Lowell High #1)(3)

“Hey, asshole,” I say, taking another swig of vodka as I watch them.

“Lo! Shit!” Darrow’s eyes pop wide as he finally notices me. “Don’t overreact,” he pleads, his expression turning frantic. He shoves the redhead off his cock, and she falls to the floor, hitting her temple against the side of the bedside table. He stands, his erect dick saluting me, as he steps over his fuck buddy, ignoring her cries and cusses, making a beeline for me.

“Dar,” Tempest whines, climbing to her feet. “Forget about her. Come back to bed.” She fondles one of her big tits, while her free hand rubs the bruised skin on her forehead.

“Shut the fuck up,” he snaps, glaring at her over his shoulder.

Her lips thin, and a muscle ticks in her jaw. Then, her features smooth out, and a wicked glint shimmers in her eyes.

“Spit it out, bitch,” I say, holding up a palm to stall Darrow’s forward trajectory.

“He’s been fucking me for weeks, any chance he gets,” Tempest purrs, grinning smugly as she walks toward us.

I raise the bottle. “Good for you. It’s only taken you, what, about two years to worm your way into his bed?” She wraps her arm around Darrow from behind, but he pushes her off. “We’ve all watched your pathetic seduction attempts, but perseverance obviously pays. You should be proud.” I smirk, drinking another few mouthfuls of vodka.

“Oh, I am proud. I’m very proud, because I’m clearly a much better lay than the high-and-mighty Harlow Westbrook.”

“Shut your face, Tempest, or I’ll shut it for you,” Darrow hisses at his fuck buddy, looking like he’s seconds away from losing his shit.

“Not my fault you can’t hold on to him,” she adds, taunting me further because she’s got fluff between her ears.

Darrow loses it, slapping her across the face, and I wince as her head jerks back.

“Real classy,” I deadpan, glaring at the asshole. I’m not a fan of Tempest. I actually cannot stand her, but no one deserves to be treated like that. If he had ever dared to lift a finger to me, I would have slapped him back and then tossed his abusive ass to the curb. But Tempest will cling to him like a limpet because she has zero self-respect and even less intelligence.

“She’s no one,” he says, reaching for me. “A hole to fuck when I’m bored. It means nothing.”

The desperate look really doesn’t suit Darrow, and I’m wondering how I’ve put up with him this long. He was a means to an end, and he’s outlived his usefulness. Now, I get to walk away like the injured party, and I can keep my secrets close to my chest. It’s neater this way. Tempest has done me a favor. Not that she’ll ever hear that from my lips.

I snort, and they both pin eyes on me. “You two dumb fucks deserve one another.” I push off the door frame. “Enjoy my sloppy seconds.” Tempest glares at me, and from the way she’s clenching her knuckles, I know she’d love to take a pop at me. “I was done slumming it anyway.”

“Lo, wait. C’mon. You know I love you.” Darrow makes a grab for me, and I promptly knee him in the nuts. He drops to the ground, cupping his dick, as he roars out in pain. I lift the vodka bottle, ready to pour it over his head, before I think better of it.

I’m not wasting good Grey Goose vodka on that cheating slimeball.

“Enjoy your ho, and lose my number.” I hold my head confidently as I walk off.

“Thanks for the heads-up,” I say, blowing Bryant a kiss when I walk past Darrow’s crew, looking like I haven’t a care in the world.

Bryant ditches the blonde and chases after me. “You deserved to know,” he says, falling into step beside me.

I glance at him, knowing exactly why he did it. “Like I said, thanks.”

“Wait.” He grabs my elbow, stalling me. “He was never right for you anyway.”

My lips twitch. “And I suppose you are?”

“You know I am.” He runs a hand over his shaved black scalp, his hazel eyes confirming everything I’ve suspected.

“Yeah, that shit’s not happening, Bry. Go back to Blondie.” I don’t wait for his reply, shucking out of his hold and slipping through the back door into the house.

Fuck that asshole Darrow. I really needed to fuck all this shit out of my system tonight. I hug the vodka bottle to my chest. Guess Mr. Grey Goose will just have to do the job instead.

I’m halfway down the hallway toward the entrance lobby when he calls out to me. “Lo! Wait up!”

I glance over my shoulder, spotting Darrow shoving his way through the crowd at the doorway to the ballroom. Ugh. I’m not in the mood to hear his cringeworthy excuses.

I don’t have much of a morality code, but cheating is a hard pass for me.

He’s burned his bridges, and I was done with him anyway, so there’s nothing he can say that will make me change my mind.

I’m done fucking him, and I’m done talking to him.

It’s not like there’s a shortage of hot guys in Lowell, and I’m finished experimenting in Prestwick.

“Fuck my life,” I mutter, racing to the nearest door, yanking it open and darting inside. I lock the door from the inside. Exhaling heavily, I turn around, my breath faltering as I instantly realize my mistake.

Or, perhaps, it’s fate meddling, and I’ve been led here tonight for a reason.