Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) by Nina Lincoln (best fiction books to read txt) 📕

Unfortunately, until I figure it out, I’m left with just Melissa, who grudgingly helped me orchestrate my revenge on Saturday night, but not without dire warnings of what I’m getting myself into if I proceed. I owe her a debt, she’s still considering how I can repay, but it’s worth it, though, even if it costs me my father’s millions.

I’m on the fence about Teddy, who’s only ever been nice to me, but he’s so close to the group who’s been gunning for me since I came, and I’m unsure of his involvement. It sucks to wonder if the only friend you had was acting for the benefit of Colt and his evil plans, but by default, Teddy would be loyal to his sister, and Ramie most assuredly falls in camp Colt.

Exiting the vehicle, I breathe in the crisp air and long for warmer weather. I’m a transplant from LA and still not used to the chill that permeates my bones at times.

Shivering into my jacket, I head for the doors absently, still caught up in the loop that is Colton Theroux. So, it’s with nothing but surprise I stop up short when I spy none other than him standing with Hayden, both of them grinning like fools.

As of Friday, Colt was a student at Northside high school. Why is he standing in Southside’s lot on a Monday morning ten minutes before school starts?

I transferred out of Northside to escape my stalker, which couldn’t have come at a better time when I was brutally confronted by Colt’s betrayal as he sucked face with his ex-bitch, Sarah Fremont.

So, what’s Colt doing here now?

Although he’s grinning, pretending to be lighthearted, I can see the cracks beneath the veneer. His sensual mouth is tight around the edges, and his icy eyes crinkle at the corners.

He’s so beautiful I can’t help but shiver, remembering every line and peak that makes up his form.

Despite how it all ended, I still dream about how we came together. Whether sweet or rough, those were the times I never doubted his feelings for me, but I guess that was me being foolish. As it turns out, Colt’s the greatest actor of them all.

His gaze searches over the lot as though he can sense my stare, and maybe he can - he has a knack for finding me wherever I go. Bracing for the impact, I wait for him to see me, knowing what his stunning eyes do to my insides.

Colt’s beautiful with dark glossy hair brushing his shoulders and pale grey eyes that are striking in contrast. He’s tall, slim with a powerful physique complete with sleek muscles and strong arms to which my body liquefies in memory of our intimate moments together even as my heart clenches painfully at his betrayal.

It’s that which he sees when his gaze meets mine, his eyes lighting up with unholy fire. If I thought his icy glares from before were terrifying, freezing me out as they were meant to, his heated glare now promises retribution, which sends an answering thrill down my spine.

He’s angry, so very angry. I have to suck air into my frozen chest because even in his hostility, his beauty is like a jab to the solar plexus, and my body tingles everywhere, answering his primal call.

Bewildered, I'm caught in his gaze until I pass, his answering smirk telling me I didn’t do much of a job convincing him I don’t care.

Which is fine - he can see my desire, but he can never see my need for more. I’ll have to bury it deep and never let it see the light of day again.

Pulling on the door, I glance his way to confirm he’s still got his pale eyes locked on me, and a rush of heat passes through me as I give him a tiny smirk, and his mouth pulls up in answer.

With a thrill, I escape inside - this is going to be interesting.

*****

Since moving to Southside, my day to day has become a lot simpler. Hayden, Colt’s ex-best friend, or so I thought, took me under his wing, and the bullying I had been subjected to at North subsided. Although it made my days a lot more peaceful, it also left me with an itch I couldn’t scratch.

Admittedly only to myself, I missed the constant thrill of being around Colt even when it was at the hands of his cruelty.

Yes, I know this makes me sick in the head, but I can’t help it - even now, my blood sings in my veins, knowing he’s just outside those doors.

Every interaction with him leaves me trembling with excitement and desire. He’s like a live wire, beautiful to look at but deadly to touch.

Fending off Colt may be harder than I thought, considering the devastation that inspired me to bare his secrets to all and my response to the savage call he pinned me with just moments ago.

I know I can’t avoid reality forever, and now that Colt has made his first shot, I’m firmly entrenched in another battle, so I bite the bullet and settle into my seat in my first class, opening my phone.

Regardless of whether I trust anyone, I need intel, and these fuckers are the only ones who can give it to me.

My phone immediately flashes with incoming texts, and one by one, I open them to read.

Ramie: Holy shit! Did you see what someone posted on the wall?

Dirk: You’re a bad, bad girl, was that you?

George: I’m glad you got prom queen, you deserved it

Teddy: I guess I missed a helluva show last night

Unknown: If you think you can run, you’re dead wrong

Okay, creepy. I’ve had my fair share of haters since I started at Northside last year. Those who hated me on principle, those who followed Colt’s lead, and those who were jealous of what Colt and I had. I’m not immune to the abuse, and after a time, I’ve become accustomed