Page 28 of Forever Golden
That vein in his forehead throbs so hard it looks like it’ll explode this time. Then, as his eyes slam shut and perfect white teeth sink into his bottom lip, I finally give him the slow ride he begged for. I don’t have his eyes again until I stop, gently resting on top of him while my breathing syncs with his.
It’s in this moment, when he locks his powerful arms around me, reminding me that I’m his and no one else’s, that my thoughts are confirmed.
I need him. In every way, I need him.
This boy who used to drive me insane is now somehow my sanity.
I place a kiss in the center of his chest and I’m trying not to let it all get to me, but I feel more fucking tears coming and it only makes me angry. Why can’t life just give me a break for once? All I want is to have a chance at something real with him, without all the drama and bullshit. We made it so far, and I hate not knowing what’s ahead for us.
It’s right when I feel myself losing the battle with the water pooling in my eyes that a hard knock at my bedroom door has both West and I scrambling for our clothes.
“Shit.”
“Blue! OMG! Have you not seen your phone?”
Scar’s question has my heart racing again. Because, historically speaking, surprises that come through on social media send my life into a spiral.
“Where the fuck is it?” West whispers from somewhere behind me. “I don’t know where the condom wrapper went.”
I’m zero help, because I’ve just tripped over my own feet, trying to dive onto the bed for my bra. We’re both near hysterics, fumbling around like half-drunk idiots, and Scar’s banging her fist against the door nonstop now.
“Coming!” I call out, hopping back into the stretch pants West tossed to my desk.
I glance back at him quickly just to make sure he’s dressed and ready, then whip the door open.
Scar gives me a once over as I push a shaky hand through my hair, trying to straighten it. Next, her gaze shifts to West as he sits a bit too staged in the chair at my desk. She eyes me again when her cheeks turn bright red, and I know she knows.
Shit. Of course, she does.
“Anyway,” she says with a dramatic eye roll. “Look!”
Her phone screen is shoved right in my face and I’m not immediately sure what I’m looking at. All I see is Pandora’s icon, but it isn’t until I start to scan the update that I realize what Scar’s so worked up about.
“She’s been hacked!” Scar screeches with excitement.
West goes for his phone and I know he’s devouring the same info that I am and, for the first time probablyever,Pandora’s getting a dose of her own medicine.
This war of words just got so much deeper, and if I know Pandora, she’ll only strike back harder next time.
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@QweenPandora:Looks like your operation isn’t as airtight as you thought, bitch. A few clicks of the mouse and your ass is getting exposed.
Poking around in your DMs was quite eye-opening. With all the shit you expose, people would never guess the gems you hold onto. Which begs the question—why lay some of Cypress Pointe’s population’s shit bare and keep your mouth closed for others?
Could it be that the truth behind your identity is buried somewhere in this long list of unshared tips and photos?
Well, just in case that’s true, allow me to give the people what they really want—Pandora uncensored.
Tonight, I’ll be posting all the shit Pandora’s hidden for her own selfish reasons, and give all of you—her mindless followers—the chance to see therealCypress Pointe. Not the filtered shit she spoon-feeds you.
Want to know who your friends and neighbors really are?Stay tuned.
Later, assholes.
—X
Chapter 10