A few minutes later...
"What the hell were you thinking?! You tried to kill her! You're lucky I saw you when I was passing by or that blonde girl would have beat your ass!"
His voice was a low growl in her ear, and he’d been yelling for the last few minutes about her trying to kill Emma.
She shifted in the passenger seat of his car, the worn fabric scratching against her back. It wasn't her plan when she first came to the party. She was just supposed to follow her and take pictures.
But when she saw Emma's drunken, vulnerable state, a more personal, vicious thought had taken hold. It would be so much more fun to push her over the edge. She still smiled at the thought of Emma stumbling away from that college boy, convinced he was the one who had drugged her.
The genuine plan to kill Emma came to her mind the moment she saw the bright glow of Emma's phone with Blake's name and his loving message on it. A bitter fury she had suppressed for a year resurfaced, hot and acidic in her throat. She was still pissed that Blake had completely ignored her at that dance.
He'd been too busy focusing on Emma, his eyes never once straying from her direction. What made Emma so special anyway? What did he see in that fucking nerd that he couldn't see in her?
"Are you fucking listening to me!?" he snapped, his angry face inches from hers, a vein throbbing in his neck.
She rolled her eyes, a gesture of pure contempt. The pain in her ankle flared, a sharp, white-hot agony that made her wince, but a thrill of perverse satisfaction raced through her. The blonde girl had pushed her hard on the pavement, but it was worth it. It did give her a thrill to see him punch the bitch in the face.
"Yes, I'm listening. How could I not? You're so damn loud. Now can you please take me to the fucking hospital? My ankle is killing me."
He slapped his hand against the steering wheel, a low growl rumbling in his chest. "You're lucky I needed to keep you alive. You're too damn unpredictable." He pulled up outside the emergency room, cut the engine, and turned toward her, his glare a physical weight.
"Did you at least get the pictures he told you to get?" she pulled five crumpled photos out of her pocket. He held out his hand, and she passed him three of them, leaving him confused.
"These two I'm keeping for myself. I have plans with them," she said, a sly, possessive smile on her lips as she slipped the remaining photos into her bra, the slick paper cool against her skin.
She opened the car door and put her weight on her injured ankle. A sharp groan of pain escaped her lips, and she had to clutch the door handle to stay upright. "Fuck," she whispered, her eyes squeezed shut.
He sighed heavily, slamming his own door shut before walking to her side. "Come on, I'll help you inside. But get a grip." Reluctantly, she took his arm, and he helped her hobble toward the hospital entrance.
As they got to the door, he stopped. "Before we go in, we need to get rid of these clothes. They could connect us to what happened." she sighed heavily, the mask feeling rough and suffocating against her face.
She ripped it off her head. They pulled apart for a moment, and he pulled off his dark blue hoodie, tossing it into a nearby trash can with a sound like a dull thud. "But I just got this Nike hoodie," she complained, her voice a whine. The look he gave her was pure venom, a silent threat that made her quickly pull off her own hoodie and the mask.
Just as she was about to throw them away, the sliding doors opened with a whoosh, and a familiar face looked over at her. It was Reina. She was holding a few sonogram pictures, and her eyes, wide with shock and curiosity, darted between them and their discarded black clothes.
"Is she someone you know?" he whispered, his grip on her arm tightening as he looked toward Reina. But a cold, hard glare from the girl in black, a silent message of "You know nothing," was enough to send Reina flinching back and rushing away toward her car.
"Yeah," she said, her voice flat and chilling as she threw the hoodie and mask into the trash. He grabbed her arm again, helping her walk through the door. "Should I be worried about this?" he whispered, his eyes still on Reina's retreating back as they made their way toward the front desk.
She shook her head, a sneer on her lips. "No, she shouldn't say anything. And if she does... I'll handle it."
He gave her a single, grudging nod before turning and leaving her alone at the front desk. She took a deep breath, letting her expression soften.
She placed her hands on the counter, her face transforming into a mask of feigned innocence as the receptionist smiled at her. "Hello, Miss. How may I help you?"
A sweet, completely fake smile quickly took its place on her lips, hiding the malice in her eyes. "Yes, can I please have someone look at my ankle?" she said, her voice dripping with kindness and vulnerability.
The woman nodded, typing on the computer. She reached into her bra, pulling out her card and passing it to the woman, who took it. "Sure, Miss. Would you also like to donate to the children's fund while you're here?"
She hummed softly, a bright, angelic smile on her face as she leaned her hands on the desk. "Of course! I love to help. Just take it off my card as well." Which was a complete and total lie. She didn't give a damn about kids.
The woman smiled widely, swapping the card. "You're such a sweet young girl. Just give me your name, and we'll get you set up." She passed the card back, and the girl put it neatly back into her bra "Thank you, ma'am. My name is..."
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Romance***** Emma Pear knew she wasn't the most popular girl in high school. Her nose was usually buried in a textbook, and her grades were as spotless as her reputation for always following the rules. "Nerd" was a label she'd long since embraced. Her pare...
