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

Annoyed, I try to keep up, but soon he’s several feet ahead of me, and people are pushing me this way and that. I’m not exactly tall nor aggressive, so I find myself to the side of the path Hayden is currently on, following along the wall.

The dick doesn’t even bother to look back. So much for ‘stick with me’ - asshole.

The back of my neck tingles, and uneasily I look around. I shouldn't be here, and I definitely shouldn't be in the vicinity of Colt.

Regardless of our combined misery, the heartache is better than death, and at this point, I’m pretty sure my fan is willing to go that far to get what he wants.

Shivering, I pick up the pace.

Colt is pronounced the winner, and the crowd goes wild, the screams ringing in my ears. Desperately I try to see Hayden over the people around me, but he’s well and truly gone.

Shit. Pulling out my phone, I search for his number, but it's pulled from my hand before I can dial, and I glance up with dread.

It just goes to show how fucked up my fan is for me to be relieved to see Buck, my almost rapist standing before me. He looks good for a piece of shit. His light hair is gelled back, and his green eyes leer at me as he clutches the phone in his hand and looks me over. I’d like to say it was with simple curiosity, but with this dick, it's never that. Nope, his stare is avid and grotesque.

Folding my arms over my chest, I glare at him for good measure and demand, “Give me back my phone.”

He chuckles, mimicking me, “You’ll get your phone when I’m good and ready.”

“Fuck you, dick. Give it to me,” I grit between my teeth.

I’m so fucking tired of boys like Buck who think they can take what they want. He wants to fuck with me? Bring it because I’m just mad enough he won’t like the fucking outcome.

“Oh, ho. What’s this? Are you mad?” he snivels, grinning at me widely.

Sighing, I mutter, “What do you want?”

“Just to say hi, pretty Finn. We never got to finish what we started.”

“Uh, yeah, if you mean you raping me, then no. We’re done.”

“Aww, don't be like that, you know you wanted it. You practically begged me with your pretty titties in my face,” Buck says. Jerk.

Rolling my eyes, I say, “For the record, you didn't do dick in the seduction department. I’d rather fuck a ninety-year man. As for me, ‘begging for it’ just goes to show you don't know your way around a woman’s body.”

Smiling triumphantly, I wait for it, as his eyes darken and his mouth pulls back in a snarl because jerks like him can’t have a civilized conversation.

“Bitch, you were begging for my dick,” he says, clutching his crotch lewdly.

“Yeah, not so much. What do you want, Buck?”

“I want that dick, Colt, to pay. And you’re going to help me. How’s it feel to be passed over for the next pussy in line?”

“It feels pretty amazing,” I say dryly. “Are you asking me to help you get back at your brother? You know, the one who beat your ass fair and square in the ring?”

“You little bitch,” he seethes, “I see he’s still got his clutches in you. Even after all the games, you’re still panting after his ass. Sarah hasn't set you straight yet?”

At the mention of Sarah, my amusement fades. Taking its place is worry because she still hasn't resurfaced, and I don't know what that means. Is she dead? Her parents must be so worried, and if she’s not dead, is she somewhere alone, scared, hurt?

Fuck.

Shaking myself out of my thoughts, I look into Buck’s face and say, “What’s your beef with him anyway? He’s your brother.”

His eyes fall flat, and I suppress a shiver. Whatever is brewing between the two of them, it’s dark and ugly. But why? Does this go back to Colt’s hatred of his rich bitch stepmother or something more?

Of course, Buck’s not exactly a great guy. Maybe it’s as simple as that.

“Fuck off, that trash isn’t my family. He’s the whore’s spawn.”

“Wow, you’re a complete dick! Celia isn’t a whore. The only whore I see is your piece of shit father.”

He chuckles darkly, “You don’t know shit, and I’m tired of this. Stay out of my fucking business.”

Suddenly weary, I blow out a breath and mutter, “Listen, even if Colt were the lowest lifeform on the planet, I wouldn't help you get to him. I hate you. You’re a piece of shit who doesn't understand the word no. And for the record, you’ll never compare to him because he’s a fucking god, and you’re a fucking loser.”

With that, I grab my phone out of his hand, and taking advantage while he stares at me incredulously, I knee him in the nuts.

Gasping, he bends over, clutching his dick, and I lean into his face and sneer, “What’s the matter, Buck? You wanted it, right?”

He’s too busy caressing his junk to respond, and rolling my eyes, I step around him, right into Colt, who now looms over me. He’s put his shirt back on, but fuck if it doesn’t cling to his sweat, molding to his muscles beautifully.

My body tingles at the sight, and my fingertips itch to trace the lines and curves I know so well as I stare at him lustfully.

He clears his throat, and I look up into his beautiful light eyes, catching my breath at the fire staring back at me. He’s molten and hot, needy, and raw, and my body pulses painfully at the message until Buck breaks the spell, gasping behind me.

Colt’s mouth twists into a feral snarl, and with a look of pure hate, he moves to pass me, but I grab his arm and plead at him with my gaze. His bright eyes caress my face before, with flared nostrils, he spins, and I don't protest when he grabs