Lessons In Revenge (Daredevil Book 2)

He would rue the day

Nissa's POV

I hadn't seen Austin for the next three days and I wasnt complaining. Whenever we were anywhere near each other things seemed to end very badly, and I was enjoying the quiet afternoons.

I had, unfortunately, seen Noah. He hadn't seen me, but I'd seen him. Him and his new flavor of the week. It stung. I hadn't been in love with Noah, and it wasn't like I could see him being the guy I spent my life with it, but it was still upsetting to know that I apparently had been just another notch on his bedpost. I cared about him. More than I wanted to admit.

I knew that my pride was hurt more than anything. Noah had basially told me I was only good for sex and money. It hurt like a bitch and I just wanted to bash his head in. But more than that, I wanted him to know what it felt like to have someone use you and then rip your heart out.

I hadn't talked to him that day. I'd kept my head held high and kept walking. It hurt to know he could so easily betray me, but I wasn't about to let him know how much it hurt. I wasn't giving him the satisfaction of seeing me hurt. He didn't deserve that. He didn't deserve anything from me.

I deserved better. I deserved someone who would look at me the way Ryder looked at Casey. It was just really easy to forget that I did sometimes.

I hadn't told my best friend, Casey, about Noah, I knew she would drop everything and come to my rescue. She was miles away but I knew she wouldn't hesitate to do anything she could do to make me feel better. But I didn't want to burden her with my problems, especially now. I knew her and Ryder were having a hard time going to schools in two different states and she didn't need my added drama.

As I walked to my apartment, I couldn't help but glance at the door perpendicular to mine. If I was being honest with myself, it was a little weird that I hadn't seen or heard from my annoying neighbor in three days.

Austin was like an annoying pet that somehow followed you on the street on your way home and now you couldn't seem to get rid of. The guy was always there and it was starting to weird me out that he'd been MIA for three days straight.

I stood at my door with my key lifted towards the doorknob, my eyes stuck to the door next to me.

Maybe I should check on him? What if he'd seen a spider, screamed like a girl and when no one came to save his damsel-in-distress-ass, tried to run to the bathroom and slipped on water?

What if he'd been kidnapped by 'psycho in 3b', so she could have his way with him, like he'd warned me would one day happen? I mean, it was pretty far-fetched, which I constantly told him, but he'd been MIA for three days.

Kidnapped by a girl who was twice smaller than he was didn't seem so far-fetched right now.

I was about to head over to his apartment, and let myself in when the door swung open and out came my neighbor, dressed in a pair of jeans and a black tee, a pair of aviator sunglasses covering his eyes. He didn't seem to notice me standing like a dumbass by my door as he distractedly turned to close his door behind him. That's when my eyes fell on his hands and I gasped. He finally turned towards me at my gasp.

"What the fuck happened to your hands?" I asked as I walked towards him, and reached for them, he took a step back and shoved his bruised hands into his jeans' front pockets.

"Nothing...I uh, got into a bar fight," he replied, one of his hands coming up to scratch the nape of his neck, a telltale sign that he was lying. He shifted towards the end of the hallway, obviously trying to make an escape, and I rolled my eyes.

"Let me guess, you hit on some girl's boyfriend and she beat you up?" I smirked, folding my arms over my chest, and leaning against my closed door, my keys dangling from one of my fingers.