Piper’s snobby lab partner.
Cass is absolutely unfazed as she holds the gun to my forehead. I’ve always disliked her, even before she started to speak to Piper. I don’t like people who aren’t scared of me.
And she’s definitely not scared of me now as she stifles a yawn while keeping her finger close to the trigger. I have no doubt she would kill me without hesitation.
That in itself wouldn’t bother me, if I didn’t have my cricket waiting for me.
The idea of not seeing Piper again feels pretty unbearable.
Then I take a step back and accidentally step on Ray’s lifeless form. And all my anger comes surging back.
“Iwas supposed to kill him,” I hiss out.
She smirks. “Got to him first.”
“Why?”
I’m not asking why she killed him. I’m asking why she got to him before me. But she misunderstands my question.
“I found him… annoying.”
Her lips twist up into a cruel smile. I thought I was a psycho, but this girl definitely gives me a run for my money.
“Okay.” I force myself to shrug away my anger, then take a step forward with the intention of moving past her, back to the door she’s currently standing against.
But she tilts her gun at me threateningly.
“Not so fast. Turns out, I find you annoying too.”
“Okay,” I say, for lack of anything better to say.
“So I’m going to shoot you.”
“Okay.”
She presses her finger against the trigger. “Aren’t you going to ask why?”
I frown in confusion. “I thought you found me annoying.”
She clicks her tongue, tossing a lock of perfectly straight, perfectly blond hair back. “I was beingfacetious, Quill. You fucking idiot. What the hell does Piper see in you?”
“Well, you seem to enjoy calling her stupid too, so I guess that tracks,” I snarl, my hands fisting by my side. “Get it the fuck over with. I don’t have all day.”
She raises an eyebrow, confusion swirling in her light blue eyes. “You don’t have… all day? To die?”
“Go on,” I prompt.
The whole situation is starting to annoy me. Why do killers always insist on talking for hours? I wouldn’t have said three words before shooting Ray. So what the hell is this girl doing?
“I like Piper,” she snaps, and I stare at her with a mixture of aggravation and disbelief. “I may call her stupid, because she kind of is,” she adds, “but that doesn’t change the fact that I like her. At the very least, she’s the person I least despise at school. I can’t stand all those bratty rich kids who think they’re better than everyone else.”
I clench my jaw to stop myself from telling her that she’s just described herself. Not because I’m scared of the gun she’s currently waving around, but because I donotfeel like getting into a fucking debate.
Either fucking kill me, or don’t. Just for God’s sake, be quick about it.
“Butyou,” she continues. “You, I could kill just for breathing. That’s how much I hate your guts.”
“The feeling is mutual,” I mutter when she pauses as if waitingfor me to say something.