Savannah was the ultimate badgirl and the leader of her gang of girls. They had a strict policy against love and could go to any extent to show how much ignorant they could stay from love. With ruling the highschool's underworld, she almost never ca...
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CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE | He Comes Back?
"YOUR CAR STILL sucks buttocks, Alec."
I was in the passenger seat with my bag shoved in my feet. There was a cold jellybean and Nutella sandwich in my hand. I tried offering it to Alec but he refused by calling it trash. The level of disrespect.
During the car ride, I noticed how Alec hated the music. He liked silence in his car. No, he craved for it because he didn't let me rant on the Abraham Lincoln and John F. Kennedy conspiracy. I just wanted to correct him by proving how this conspiracy was fake.
Putting my injured arm on the dashboard, I bent down to put my lunch back into my bag. Alec let out a sound between a groan and an annoying hiss. I turned around to narrow my gaze at him. He growled, daring me to look away.
"Who did that to you?" He asked.
I knew if I told him, he'd jump on their hate wagon so I retaliated the question back on him. "Well, what is that?" I motioned my head in the direction of the purplish and yellow bruises on his biceps. They looked like paint splatters on his skin.
A flash of red hair seeped past my gaze. Squeezing my eyes tightly, I tried not to distract myself again. This always happened to my stupid mind whenever I thought about colours or even art.
He scoffed. "Fuck off me."
"I'm going to hit below the belt so bear with me. The girls did this too? Please don't tell me the bruises are caused by the girls." I busted out laughing, a snort making itself known.
He gave me a condescending look.
"Sorry," I apologized with a wide smile. "Won't do it again."
Leaning my head away, I locked eyes with the scenery outside the car and imagined how the world would be like if everyone learnt to give second chances. None of this would happen if they just accepted it and moved on.
Savannah wouldn't have to kill.
Alec didn't have to hurt anyone in his revenge plans.
"On a serious note Meyers, what did you do with your arm?" He asked again. I pushed my sleeves upwards and shrugged.
"It's not a sensitive thing for me but it might be triggering for you."
"Whores," he commented, getting his answers and realizing that the girls were behind it. "Those little psychotic sluts are behind it, aren't they?"
