PROLOGUE
Spencer
“Dude, did you see Hannah today?”
The hairs on the back of my neck raise as Tyler’s voice comes barreling into the locker room. The metal door slams against the wall, rattling me further. I peek around the corner, holding my breath, listening to the heavy footsteps pound on the cement. Trying to count how many of them are here, but I can no longer tell what’s a footstep and what’s the pounding of my heart.
Thump. Thump. Thump.
They aren’t supposed to be in here. Coach made it a rule that all football players were banned from the locker room during off periods since guys were bringing girls in here for sex. This is the one place I was safe. The only place he’s never thought to look for me.
“She’s one fine piece of ass,” Connor agrees.
That makes two of them. Please let it just be Connor and Tyler. Please tell me their ringleader decided to stay back and hold down the fort in the cafeteria. Sit on his throne while his harem of girls begs for his attention.
“But Dawson said she doesn’t put out,” Connor adds.
The footsteps stop, and I keep the sigh from parting my lips. Hopefully, they came to grab something from their locker and will leave as soon as they get it.
“I’d wager a thousand dollars that I can get her to spread her legs. She may have not put out for him, but I’m sure I could get her to hand over that cherry.”
Cold fear runs down my spine. My nerves launching into flight mode at the sound of his voice, but there’s nowhere for me to run. I try to tuck myself tighter into the corner, make my tall, lanky frame as small as can be, but it’s nearly impossible. If he finds me in here, he’s going to beat the shit out of me.
“I’m not taking that bet,” Connor states. “If you even look in Hannah’s direction, she’ll offer it up on the spot.”
God, they’re such assholes. They talk about girls as if they’re just holes. And Hunter is the worst one. He thinks that just because he’s the hottest guy in school and the captain of the football team, he owns the place. He uses girls for sex and then breaks their hearts the next day. He doesn’t care about them. I don’t even think he has a soul. The guy is pure evil.
“How come you’ve never dated Hannah?” Tyler asks. “Figured she’d be your type. Tall. Blonde. Athletic fit. Small chest.” The chuckle at the end of his statement is followed by a thump and a pained groan.
“Fuck. What was that for? You just dead-armed me, man.” Tyler’s voice is strained. My hand rubs over my arm as if feeling a sympathy pain. I know exactly how much it hurts. I’ve had enough bruises in the same spot over the last four years that I’m not sure my nerves in my upper arm will ever fully recover.
“I don’t have a thing for flat-chested chicks. You’re making it seem like I’m into guys.”
Hunter sounds pissed now, and I pray to God that he stays on that side of the locker room.
“I haven’t gone for Hannah because I didn’t want to waste my time chasing a prude. But I think I could use a little bit of a challenge to get me through these last few months of school. I’ve been bored as shit ever since football ended.”
My jaw clenches. Hannah is a person, not a means to end boredom. She’s not some trophy to collect and put on his shelf. But everything’s a game to Hunter. He doesn’t care about anyone but himself. Entitled, arrogant, so fucking selfish—the list is endless. Man, I can’t wait until I no longer have to share the same airspace as him. In just two months my sentence in hell will be over.
“You want to wager on how long it will take you to pop that cherry?” Tyler asks.
I hate them all. Hannah is such a sweet girl. She’s one of the few pretty girls who’s actually nice and doesn’t look at me like I’m a peon. And I’m positive the reason she’s still a virgin is because of her religious beliefs. She doesn’t need this asshole coercing her into having sex with him. Especially when it’s merely just to win a stupid bet. A game of capture the virgin flag.
“I say a month,” Connor chimes in and my hands clench into fists. They’re seriously wagering on this. Hannah is going to be Hunter’s next victim.
“Ye who have little faith.” The monster clicks his tongue. “I think day two my fingers will be buried deep between her legs, diddling that little button. Day three, my tongue will be giving her virgin cunt a kiss. Four, that pretty little mouth of hers will learn how to give a man a blowjob. By day seven, she’s going to be begging for my cock.”
My stomach tightens. The anger bottling up inside with no release. I’m such a fucking weakling. I should punch him in the face and fight for the poor girl’s honor, but I don’t stand a chance up against the asshole. He’ll beat me to a fucking pulp. But maybe I can warn Hannah about his little wager.
And if Hunter finds out, he’ll kill you.
The sound of a locker closing has me tensing. I’m hoping they’re going to leave now.
“I think two weeks,” Tyler states. “I think you’re going to have to go to church with the girl first.” He chuckles.
Nothing about this is funny. This is sick and twisted and fucking sadistic.
“So, what are we betting?” the monster asks.