I’m already bored with the topic. “Nope, not yet.”
The sorority sisters are all caught up on that stupid fairy tale shit when, really, it doesn’t make a bit of difference. Despite what I told Lan, monogamy isnotin. Not with me.
Too much of a distraction to worry about all of that.
I’ve looked up what a psychopath is. And I understand that part of my brain is probably fucked. Unable to feel empathy or love like normal people do.
Doesn’t bother me at all. But if they pair me with someone soft, I’ll probably break her heart on a daily basis. Not on purpose… Well, notcompletelyon purpose.
People are manageable when you understand their pressure points. And when they’re not…
I learned early on how to make problems disappear.
seven
Monty is runninghis fucking mouth again.
“Your mom’s pussy is so hairy, I came out with burs in my socks.” He snorts, shoveling roast beef down his gullet. The gravy drips off his butt chin.
I keep my focus on my peaches. Though one eye wanders to where the new girl creeps in, looking pale and skinnier than a couple of days ago. She should’ve kept her mouth shut. That’s what they punish most.
“First of all, you wereherelast night, Monty.” Felix shoves his glasses up his nose. I know he’s not defending me or my mother. He just loves to correct everyone. “Secondly, why would you wear socks while you’re fucking his mom?”
Monty chews slowly as he considers an answer. “Maybe she likes it when I do.”
“Maybe? That means you didn’tactuallydo it, did you?”
“No.” He snorts and shovels another bite in. With a full, gaping mouth, he chuckles. “But his sister didn’t say no.”
I’m so tired. If I’d known almost killing a kid after I stole that Corvette would lead meherefor four summers? I wouldhave told them to put me in prison instead. These pricks are boring as fuck.
“Shit. I think I see my next lay.”
Monty’s block head whips toward the new girl, Ashlyn. The one I love to call baby, just to watch her freckled cheeks flame red with fury.
Something about Monty’s attention on her makes my skin hot.
“That girl’s just a kid,” Felix says, shaking his head.
“So?”
Felix’s nose scrunches. “Guess we know what you’re in for.”
I down my milk and keep my face steady as Monty stands up, heading back to the food line as if he’s going for seconds. But he times it so that Ashlyn’s green tray hits his just in front of the desserts. She reaches for the brownies, and he snags it first, then says something that makes her blink up at him several times.
My pulse pounds harder as I watch the two of them to see what will happen. A few of the other kids casually glance their way, but most smart ones keep their heads down.
“He’s fucking gross. I’m out of here.” Felix says, taking his tray to the dish room.
Ashlyn reaches for a piece of cake, but Monty stops her, placing his hand over hers. She rears back and slaps the shit out of his face, then shoves his chest. The tiny creature just wallops on him, like she’s invincible.
The counselors are already aiming for her, yelling, “Control yourself!”One grabs her shoulders so she has to leave the big guy alone.
And that’s it.
I’m out of my seat and strolling straight for Monty. As soon as I’m within arm’s reach, I let loose a jab to his jaw, then an uppercut. He stumbles back, and I snag his brownie and hand it to Ashlyn.
Her eyes widen, but she takes it just as a few of the counselors grab my arms and wrestle me away from her.