Playing Dangerous

XI

Tate's POV...

"No Daniel, I won't." I roll my eyes at him.

"Please Tate," he holds his throat skin. "Remember when we were in a detention room together? I swear after that everything was perfect, we were perfect, truly. She must've told you something, there's no other way."

"Why would I tell you what she said about you?" I walk to my class with three huge books in my hands.

He takes and carries them for me. "Because my life has been hell since she left," he says, "I can't take it anymore. I have no idea what stage we are on. She threatened to cut my balls after we fucked and then left, do you think that's normal?"

"I wonder why she spared you and didn't actually do it," I return. My seat has become fourth row, closest to the window. He sits next to me.

"You two are cruel friends, you know that right? I don't know if it's your influence or hers though. Please Tate tell me, has she said anything about me after last night?"

"What have you done to piss her off that badly?" I ask.

"I may or may not have given Gwen my hoodie," he says.

"And..?"

"We may or may not be in my bedroom when..." Danny breathes in. "She saw us."

My eyes slowly shut. "You fucking idiot! She saw you in a bedroom with some girl wearing your clothes!"

"I swear nothing happened between us. She spilled coffee on herself, I gave her my hoodie to change. That's why we were in a bedroom." Heels of his hands press his eyes.

"I'm even amazed that she forgave you after that video," I tell, trying to organize books on my desk.

"It wasn't my fault,"

"Yeah, right. Chuck found it himself." Daniel nods and I don't know if I believe him or not. "Speaking of, he's here." I hate this guy Chuck. Arrogant, rude and disgusting. Just like his friends.

"Listen, I need to know where she is. She just threatened me and left. Now I can't get through to her." He pleads and I have this urge to make him pay for everything, pouring water on me, beating Mitch, everything with Ada.

"So you want to know... Beg and I will tell everything." I say, my chin high.

"What do you mean?"

My legs are crossed as I wait for him to obey. "Get on your knees and beg for forgiveness, then I'll consider helping you."

"You cannot be serious," he shrugs it off with soft laughter.

"All right, you know better. If you don't want to know where she is..."

"Fine! Fine." Smug expression has been vanished from his face as he drops on his knees. "Please, forgive me."

I cock my head, still looking at him arrogantly as I notice our classmates and many other kids peek into the room to see this scene. "Lower,"

Effort is made to press forehead to the ground. "Please, accept my apology for everything I've ever done."

"I can't really hear you,"