I Still Hate You by Marie Skye (top 100 novels .txt) 📕

Realizing she was shouting, she finally lowered her voice. “Sometimes called Pear.” She took a deep breath before continuing, “I was the equipment manager at that high school.” She motioned toward the book on the floor. “I was only there a year. In that one year, I watched you walk around that school like a king. You were nice to me, sometimes, and it was something I needed, especially at that time,” she said in a whisper. I waited for her to elaborate but she didn’t.

I looked at her and the photo in the yearbook. It all came rushing back. High school had her with glasses and bleach-blond hair that always covered her face as if she were hiding from something or someone. She barely spoke but when she did, you stopped to listen. Her words were always thought out and subjective as if she had firsthand experience with whatever was being talked about. Maybe she did. Maybe that’s why I liked her.

She shut her eyes briefly before meeting my gaze. “I looked very different then. From the horrible bleached hair, down to the glasses. I only dyed my hair to change my look, to at least try to look like someone,” she said with a faraway look in her eye. “Didn’t work, just left me with overprocessed straw-looking hair.” Yeah, she was right. Looking at her now, gone was the horrible overprocessed bleached hair, and the thick framed glasses she used to hide behind.

“So why that look then? Who were you trying to look like?”

She waved her hand as if it was nothing. “Just my sister.” She awkwardly laughed before glancing at me.

I remember. I remember why we bonded. We both lost someone. My sister, her sister and her dad. We never fully talked about it because there was no need. We both felt the same pain, and we both were tired of people apologizing for their death as if they knew them or if it was their fault.

“I didn’t mean to bring up old memories but you should know they were good memories for the most part, so thank you for that,” she said as she stood up and stretched. “Ugh, I dampened the mood and killed my buzz.” She looked at me and smiled. “Anyway, goodnight, Ashley,” she said before getting up and strolling out. My attention went to the ringing phone on the dresser and I looked at it. It wasn’t mine that I knew, but the name Felix showing up as the name calling did nothing but piss me off as I hit reject.

Perrie came stumbling back in. “Did I leave my phone?” I handed it to her and she glanced at it frowning. She heavily sighed. “I should go to my room.”

“I can walk you,” I quietly whispered.

“Pretty sure I can get there on my own.”

I closed the rest of the distance between us. “You and I both know you’re in no condition to walk by yourself.”

Her eyes bulged. Her expression quickly changed to that of anger, and she jabbed her index finger to my chest. “You don’t tell me what to do!” I smiled. Oh, this was going to be fun.

Before she could say anything else, I pulled her to me, crashing my lips to her mouth. She started to push me away, but quickly stopped when she realized I wasn’t letting her go. Her sounds of protest quickly turned into moans. I bucked against her, and she gasped. My hands went under her tank, up to the swell of her breasts, and she moaned the minute my thumb rubbed over her nipples. She screamed out as I pinched them harder.

I didn’t know I wanted Perrie as badly as I did, right then and there. All the years she was within my reach but made sure to maintain her distance was finally building up in me, and right now I had one goal, and one goal only. To claim her.

15

Perrie

I managed to sneak out of Ash’s room in the morning before he woke up. I can’t believe I slept with him... again. That was the one thing I told myself would not happen, and yet here I am wanting and willingly.

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid.

As soon as I got to work, I stared at my phone before finally sending him a hasty text then throwing the phone in my bag, not even bothering to read his message back to me.

Me: Sorry about last night. I think last night was a moment of weakness.

It was three hours later when I finally glanced at my phone.

Ash: If that’s what you want to call it, then sure.

Me: It won’t happen again.

Ash: K

I rolled my eyes as I shoved the phone back in my bag. I guess he’s fine with it.

Getting home late, I was almost excited to actually see Ash. Maybe I’d tell him how ridiculous I am, although I think he already knows it. I had barely walked in the door when I heard it—a female giggling. It came from the common area. Deciding to be nosy, I crept over to the door and peeked out seeing Ash and some girl. I sighed as I closed the door and leaned back against it. He can do and fuck anyone he wanted, but did he have to do it the night after he and I hooked up? Granted, I had no say in the matter and definitely had no right to be jealous.

But I was, and I hated him for it. For the next two weeks, that’s exactly how it went. Him and the girl of the night playing how loud they could get, and Felix… well, Felix was lucky if he could last five minutes. I made the mistake of suggesting a toy or two. He acted offended, saying he was all I would need and that’s it. He stormed out and I haven’t seen him since. Not that it mattered, and I surely didn’t care. Granted, I was this close to bringing up Sextee