Page 57 of Never His Girl
She tried to take my phone to shield me from something, like I do for her, but all it takes was one click to discover what that‘something’is.
My breathing’s erratic and I’m shaking all over, staring at an image of West that has my blood boiling inside my veins. He told me he didn’t care about Parker, claimed she means nothing to him, but that’s not what these images say.
In one, he’s going into her house. In another, he’s coming back out. And based on Pandora’s recap, they were in there alone for a while.
I haven’t known West all that long, but I know him well enough that this shouldn’t surprise me. This is exactly who he is, who he’s shown me he’s been all along.
A liar.
A con artist.
It’smewho keeps wanting to think otherwise.
“Are you okay?” Scar sounds sheepish, like she’s expecting me to implode.
“I’m fine,” I lie, accidentally speaking coldly to her again, but… damn. I don’t even know what to say.
Why do I let him do this to me? Break me in ways I never even realize he has the power to do? Like now, I’m brimming over with rage and hatred, yes, but there’s something else rearing its ugly head from the shadows.
Fucking jealousy.
At the mere thought of him going to her.
I feel like he’s gotten me all over again, humiliated me like I should’ve expected he would.
Entering her name into my phone twice—because my hands are vibrating with anger—I dial Lexi. Before she even picks up, I’m already headed to my room where I rip the ponytail holder from my hair.
“Sup, woman!” she answers, too chipper to have seen the update I just saw. If she had, she’d know I’m pissed and wounded.
“I need your help.”
“What’s up? We going on a crime spree?” she teases, falling silent when I don’t respond. “Shit! I was kidding, but are we?”
I don’t give a direct answer as I slip out of my sweats and tee, into something a bit less conspicuous. Something darker.
“Meet me at the train tracks near the school. Wear black. And if you own a baseball bat… bring it.”
“Be there in ten,” she says excitedly, not asking a single follow-up question before ending the call.
I shouldn’t even care that West was with Parker tonight, but I’m raw, aching in ways I haven’t before, broken in ways I don’t know how to fix. Guess he just picked the wrong day to hurt my fucking feelings.
Now, he’s gonna pay.
Like he should’vemonths ago.
Chapter 20
WEST
Broken glass crunches beneath the soles of my sneakers. I circle what’s left of my car and vow to crush whatever asshole snuck into the parking structure and did this shit.
Headlights, taillights: busted.
Tires: punctured.
Hood, trunk: bashed to fucking hell.
Windshield, side and back windows: completely smashed, scattering glass all throughout the interior.