When Lyla arrives at her new school, Crestwood High, her hopes of a new beginning are quickly challenged by the schools walking one-night stand. Lean, killer jawline, captain of the ice hockey team, and rude as all hell, Jack Hughes is everything Ly...
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"Stay the hell away from me," I warned, taking cautious steps away from the boy. I kept my eyes on him, making sure he didn't make a move. I was afraid that if I looked away even for a second that he'd take that as his opportunity.
He looked like pure shit, his hair slicked back from sweating, the smell of at least three alcohols oozing from his skin. He had sweat dripping down his neck, and drenching his shirt. I'd never seen him this way before, and I never knew this version of him could exist. He was crying, sobbing, actually, and I couldn't imagine why. We'd been together a few months, and he was the one avoiding me.
He grinned through the tears, laughing, before stepping closer. I stepped back. "I'm warning you, stay away."
"Or what?" He spat. "You're little boyfriend isn't here to save you this time, slut."
I tried to make a run for it, to the closest house, so I could get help, but Reid was faster. He gripped my hair, yanking me back and causing a yelp out of me. I felt helpless, stupid, like a child who couldn't defend herself. I needed help, I needed Jack, and in a moment of weakness, I called out for him.
Reid laughed at me, like I was pathetic. "You dumb bitch," he grinned, pressing his lips to my ear. I shuddered at the feeling, wanting nothing more than to escape. "Jack can't hear you."
He spun me in his hold, placing both of his hands around my neck and squeezing hard. My eyes were wide when I realised I couldn't breathe, I kicked and tried to scream, clawing at Reid's hand, helplessly trying to fend him off.
"Reid," I begged, choking. "Please."
He frowned, letting go and shaking his head, as it fighting an internal battle within himself. I thought it was over, that he'd finished and I was going to be able to run. When I turned to make my escape, he noticed, and it made him angry. He caught up to me quickly, pushing me to the ground forcefully. I cried out in pain as my chin, shoulder, knees and hands grazed the sidewalk.
Turning to face him, tears spilled over my cheeks. "P-p-please," I sobbed.
He only grinned, gripping the back of my head and forcing me to be close to him. He pulled me in for a kiss, and I cried harder. I bit his lip, hard, and wanting nothing more than him to stop.
He cried out in pain, before pulling away and touching his finger to his lip. Blood. His eyes met mine darkly. "You bitch."
"Fuck you," I spat, wiping at my mouth to rid it of the taste of his horrible lips.
Reid slapped me so hard that it echoed on the quiet street. I grabbed my cheek, sucking in a breath as the stinging pain. "If I see you or that fucking cunt anywhere near each other again, I'll kill the both of you."
Reid took off right as a person came out their front door to head to work for the morning. I cried, hard, pulling out my phone to see that it only had 2%. I could maybe make one call before it died, and I knew I couldn't call Jack. He'd go crazy if he knew that I'd been attacked by Reid while he was asleep, and I was afraid he'd go after him.
