Reject You to Break You (To Reach You Book 2)

Chapter Five: Hate is in the Air

Song: I Hate You, I Love You by Gnash and Olivia O' Brien

North-

The outcasts of Blood Moon are mainly a quartet of four of the most goth, moody, fucked-up people in school. Harlow Jenkins, Drew Lancaster, Layth Ferrars and myself. We are rumored to be gay, goth, and tattooed in the private places, plus whatever rumors the popular people such as the gorgeous girlfriends that hang around the jocks can make sound believable. The Outcasts of Blood Moon are vital to the democracy of this cursed school. Otherwise, who would make the Monarchs look good?

Guess it isn't a democracy. At all. 

Oh, fuck it, it's a dictatorship. 

The thing is I don't mind being at the bottom. Because if you're nothing and you have rumors thrown at you, it doesn't matter much. But if you're at the top and rumors hit you hard, you go crashing to rock bottom. 

But you know what's so great about already being at rock bottom? You can't go down anymore. 

Harlow is actually drop dead gorgeous, but her insistence on sticking with us makes her one of us. She's actually quite normal, not as fucked up as the rest of us. Decent grades, no black clothes. 

Meanwhile, my wardrobe has much previously been planned. For the past four years. Black. It's is a truly beautiful color, in all honesty. 

Black sweater, black jeans, and black choker, with my black headphones, I'm practically unapproachable. 

My wardrobe, however, is not just limited to the following objects. Anything black would suffice.

Walking to my locker that morning, my brain wouldn't stop nagging on me to the point where I am tempted to smash it into the locker. What. The. Fuck. 

Like it wants me to listen, but I don't understand the language. Fucking frustrating. 

Just the last person in the world I thought I'd meet here slides up next to me, grinning. 

"What are you doing here?" I grunt, letting the surprise for only a millisecond. 

Kay grins. "I go here now,"

"You're a..." I trail off, raising my eyebrows. He nods. "Parents, I'm human,"

Ah, like Harlow then. "Good for you  Mr...."

"Kay Gartner,"

"Ah," We fall into awkward silence. I seem to be doing that a lot lately. 

Sure enough. "You're not much of a talker, are you, or am I a special case?"

I snort. "Not personal, I dislike everyone in my life,"

"Except Caste,"

"And my roommates, room in with us and I might just start to tolerate you,"

He wiggles his eyebrows. "Is that an invitation?"

I snort in response as I sniff the air. Huh. "Coffee, you smell that?"

He shakes his head, confused. I shrug. Probably someone just dumped a whole cup in the trash. 

But the smell is getting stronger, wrapping around me urgently, making my panties get wetter as I try to ignore it. Why is that scent turning me on? It's just fucking coffee.

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Ridge-

I've been ignoring the smell of pine and apple as I shove my books into my locker, trying to ignore it even though it's getting harder. Then it hits me and when it does I feel like an effing moron.