Page 10 of Racing Hearts
“The fuck did you just say?” I snap. “I’ll have you know this engine?—”
“Blah, blah, blah, I stroke my dick to car magazines.” I gape as he laughs. “What a shame your friend left. I’m sure she would have listened to you ramble on.”
It’s only then that I notice the girl left during our argument.
“Where did she go?” I frown. When did she go? I’m grateful, but I don’t like being unaware of anything.
“Why? Want a taste of rich kids now?” he taunts.
“Fuck off, it’s not safe to walk around campus alone at night.”
He eyes me, working that fucking lip ring again, and I want to rip it from his mouth. “She left with her friends.” He nods after a pink car squealing away. “Guess you were too busy to notice.”
My hands ball into fists as I glare at him. “That’s because you piss me off, rich boy.”
“Name’s Evan,” he drawls, “but you remember that.”
“Trust me, I’ll forget everything about you in a minute.”
“Really? You keep calling me rich boy and remembering me, so what does that tell you?”
Gripping his oversized shirt, I haul him closer, getting right in his face. “Listen here, rich boy?—”
“What, asshole?” He smirks. “Are you going to hit me or kiss me?”
“You fucking?—”
“Am I interrupting something?” My sister’s voice causes me to whip my head around. Both of her eyebrows are raised as she looks between us. I push him away, and he laughs as he straightens his shirt, gripping his board as he blows her a kiss.
“Nah, just saying hi to your brother and stopping him from scaring off all the girls with his glare,” he teases.
I point at him. “Stop fucking talking to my sister.”
She clears her throat, marching up to me. “No, you stop being an asshole. I can talk to whomever I want,” she snaps, the anger that runs in our family rearing its head. “Thank you for sitting with me at lunch, Evan. I really appreciate it. See you tomorrow.”
“Why will you see him tomorrow?” I ask, crossing my arms as I stare her down.
She glares at me. “He’s our model for sculpture class.”
I blink, turning my head to him to see him grinning. “Nude model.” He sweeps his tongue over his lips. “Maybe you should come, asshole. You seem interested.”
“Listen here, rich boy—” I start.
“Alek,” Alice snaps. “Stop being such a fucking bully just because you’re tired. Let’s go home and get you some sleep. I’m sick of your attitude.”
“Tired, huh? Long night thinking of me?” Evan teases as he drops his board and grins at me. “Try not to dream of me tonight, asshole.” He leaves, skating away, and I’m left gaping after him.
“Can you fucking believe that prick?” I seethe as I storm around my car.
Alice laughs. “He gets under your skin,” she comments as she climbs in, and I start my engine.
I tighten my hands on my wheel and glare at her. “No, he doesn’t.”
“Oh yes he does, big brother. Sculpture class is at eleven if you want to come.” She winks.
“You shut up as well,” I mutter as I pull out, my eyes going back to the rich asshole riding his board without a care, that smile still on his lips.
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