Get through Senior year. That's all I needed to do then I would finally be able to get out of Oklahoma.
Head down and keep quiet. That's all I had to do and I would survive. That was my strategy.
Until I caught the attention of the wrong person.
M...
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"What an asshole," Demi snarls, shifting on my bed angrily. "He needs you, Gen. Not the other way around."
I sighed. Foolish me. I edge him on, trying to pretend as if he didn't intimidate me. Install tension in me. I blame no one but myself for making the bold move.
"It's fine."
Demi's face transformed into something bitter. "It's not alright. I want to bash his face in for persecuting you."
Tapping my pen against my open notebook, I forced a smile. "Anything about Ronan?"
I wanted a change in subject. Mercer Petrov is indeed an asshole that demands and takes. What can I do about it? Force a smile and try to keep invisible. Just doing something on my part would make things worse for me. He's proved it once before and I would not like a repeat. Besides, this is my senior year. Once graduation comes, I'm out of here. Free. Free of him.
Demi groans as if she was in agony. "He's...God, is there something wrong with me?"
Frowning, I could feel my brows come together. "I don't think so. Why would you say that?"
She ran a frustrated hand through her hair. "I just...I thought we had an understanding. Yeah, we slept together and we assured each other to behave like adults but he acts as if I gave him a disease."
"Demi,"
"I went to him today to talk about the project and he was surrounded by a group of his friends. Disparaging me. So much for being the sweet gentleman. He's a jerk and I blame myself for allowing what happened between us."
Huh? So much for thinking he's genuine. Everything isn't as it seems to be.
"I'm so sorry, Demi."
She waved me off. "The bastard means nothing. Karma will bite him in the ass. Right? A large chunk."
Bursting into a fit of laughter, I heard my father call out to me from downstairs. Moving off the bed, I left Demi there and made my way out of the room. I found my father slipping on a jacket, grabbing hold of his work case. He must have been called in again.
"I'm got to head back to work. Don't know how long I will be gone. Demi can stay for another hour but she has to go home. I don't want you up too late."
"Sounds good."
"Your mother called," he tugs on his sleeves. "She wants to know if you're going to her house this weekend."
"After school, I am. I'm staying till Monday."
"Alright," he pulls me into a side hug, kissing my temple before wishing me night and leaving out the door.
Gerald Santos, my father that works his ass off. A full-time lawyer called the shots while taking care of his only eighteen-year-old daughter. I was the only child and I wished my parents had given me siblings down the line but after the divorce, I knew that wish was never going to happen. Who would want another child when the one they have is almost out of the door to become her own adult?
