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Chapter no 6

Things I Wanted to Say, But Never Did (Lancaster Prep Book 1)

AFTER I LEAVE THE LIBRARY, I go to Elliot—who’s still curled up on the ground, holding his crotch in pain—and give him a light kick in the back. “Get up, man.”

He struggles to his feet, his face etched with pain. I didn’t think Summer Savage had it in her, but she took down Elliot, and that’s no small feat. He’s my friend and loyal, but he’s also got a big mouth.

Which makes him weak. And I can’t have weak people in my circle. He’s on thin ice.

“She kicked me right in the balls,” Elliot mutters, shaking his head in disbelief before spitting on the ground.

“Watch your language,” I warn, keeping my voice even. I’m barely holding back my anger.

“What? I called her a bitch. That’s what she is. She didn’t even think twice, just kneed me hard. Hurt like hell.”

“You had it coming.” I step closer, noticing the sweat on his forehead. She really got to him. “You must have said something.”

He frowns, trying to recall. “What? I said a lot to her.”

“Something you shouldn’t have.”

For a moment, fear flashes in his eyes, but it quickly turns to annoyance. “What, that you slept with her? We all know you want to—”

I grab him by the throat with both hands, my fingers pressing tightly. I can feel his throat give slightly under my grip, and I realize how easy it would be to end him. He claws at my hands, wasting his energy. “You told her we were together. We’re not… yet.”

His eyes bulge as he struggles to breathe, and I can’t help but grin. “Don’t go near Summer Savage again. If I catch you looking at her, I’ll make you regret it.”

Elliot nods as best he can, considering I’m choking him. His face is red and sweaty, and I release him before his sweat drips onto my fingers.

Disgusting.

He takes a deep, gasping breath, bending over and resting his hands on his knees as he coughs. I watch him with disdain, my lips curling into a sneer.

I hate weakness. I’ve known Elliot for a long time, but if a girl can take him down with one knee, he’s not going to be around for much longer.

She’s clearly stronger than he is.

“She’s not a bitch,” I tell him as he struggles to breathe. He doesn’t look at me, probably out of fear. “You’re the one who can’t handle her.”

I walk away, heading toward the chapel. It’s usually empty at this time, and I need some peace.

My thoughts are chaotic, filled with Summer. It’s nothing new; I’ve been obsessed with her since I was fourteen. My feelings for her haven’t faded over the years. She’s always on my mind, even when I least expect it.

Seeing her trip and fall in front of my desk in American Government on the first day of school caught me off guard. No one told me she was coming. Not even my sister Sylvie, and she knows everything happening on campus. Did I confront her?

No.

I refuse to show weakness.

Once I realized Summer was ignoring me, I turned everyone against her. But she didn’t break. She walked around campus like she owned the place, her head held high.

Eventually, I had to bring her down.

She doesn’t try to stand out like the other girls. No makeup, her brown hair in a simple ponytail. It’s like she doesn’t care. But to me, she’s stunning. Her skin is pale, her cheeks pink, and her lips…

Her lips are irresistible. Full and inviting, especially the bottom one. I’d love to feel them on me.

That’s what I want. To see Summer Savage on her knees, taking me in her mouth. She’s almost eighteen and has probably been with others. What’s a few more?

I could have ended her torment. Just like that.

But she refused me, and no one refuses me. When I offered to pleasure her and she said no, I was furious.

So, I called her a whore for everyone to hear.

She deserved it. I told everyone to go after her, to make her life hell.

She thinks she’s above it all, but she’s not. No one is.

She’ll come around eventually.

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