His Trouble Maker

Chapter 62

Chapter 62

GRAYSON

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” I snarl, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. The taste of Aria’s cheap lip gloss makes me want to vomit. I shove her away hard enough that she stumbles back, hitting the ground with a satisfying thud. “Whore!”

Her eyes widen, fear flickering across her face. Good. She should be afraid. I’m only accompanying her because I pissed my father last night but she went ahead and kiss me.

The other students are starting to notice the commotion and I’ll be damned seeing her almost crying. Shit. She fucking deserves it. Where the hell is Jess

anyway?

“Get up,” I hiss. “You’re embarrassing yourself.”

My phone buzzes. Logan. Finally. I glance at the screen, annoyed at the interruption but relieved I can ditch this pathetic scene. The urge to kick Aria while she’s down is almost overwhelming, but I resist. Too many witnesses.

“Clean yourself up,” I mutter, turning away. “And if you ever touch me again, I’ll make sure everyone in this school knows exactly what kind of girl you really are.”

I storm away from Aria, my blood boiling under my skin. Stupid bitch. My phone buzzes with Logan’s message, and something in me tightens with anticipation. Jess crying? This day might not be a total waste after all.

Behind the building, I spot them immediately. Logan leaning against the wall, looking bored, while Jess sits on the ground, knees pulled to her chest, mascara running down her cheeks. Beautiful.

“Took you long enough,” Logan mutters,

Tignore him, focusing on Jess. “Why are you crying?” I ask, though I couldn’t care less about the answer. What I care about is the delicious sight of her

tears.

Jess looks up, and something in me freezes. The hell? Her hair- I almost don’t recognize her. Blonde. She dyed her fucking hair blonde.

“What the fuck did you do to yourself?” The words leave my mouth before I can stop them.

She stands up, wiping her face, suddenly defiant. This isn’t the reaction I wanted. She’s supposed to be broken, begging for me to take her back.

“Get away from me,” she says, her voice stronger than it should be. She stands, tugging at the hem of a skirt that barely covers anything.

“What is this?” I gesture at her transformation, disgust and fascination warring inside me. “Some kind of post–breakup meltdown?”

Logan leans against the wall, watching us with that stupid smirk. “Told you she went crazy.”

“Not crazy,” Jess says, lifting her chin. “Free.”

Something dark twists in my gut. Free? From me? The audacity makes my fingers itch to close around her throat.

look ridiculous,” I say instead, keeping my voice low, controlled. “Come

The plan backfired at me. I lied. She doesn’t look

to Logan. Her face transforms–realization

Grayson?” The betrayal in her voice almost makes me smile. She spins toward Logan, who suddenly

for her. “Jess, look

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“You just couldn’t stand that I was finally having fun

bloom, savoring it. This fury–this is the Jess I’ve been cultivating. The one who’s learning to

get to decide when I’m ‘too much,” she spits at Logan, then turns

implies I once did.

stepping closer until I can smell her perfume–different, cheaper than what I bought her. “Some things don’t

Fear? Excitement? With Jess, it’s always been deliciously hard to tell the

miss her. If she didn’t only beg for me to break up with her, I would’ve

soul leaking out. Fucking poetic. I feel bad for her. I do. However, it’s time for us to baby

did you think would happen, Jess? That you’d play dress–up and suddenly

know me

Her pulse races under my touch. “I know every part of you. Even the parts you’re trying to hide under this…” let my gaze travel slowly down her body,

grip just enough. Just how she

her go, man,” Logan says,

“That break–up hurts like hell Jessica. Then

too. She can do that? I can’t even breath waiting for her message or calls.

eyes. “Well, how badly it hurts you’re sucking Aria’s tongue in the morning?” she

feel nothing but satisfaction knowing she’s been watching, hurting,

tracing a finger down her cheek, collecting

he’s gone. He knows I won’t hurt Jess. I hope Jess knows that too but well, she’s

of me,” she hisses, trembling. “Logan! Damn it. Come back here,

it hurt, Jess?” I ask, voice deceptively gentle.

digging crescents into her palms.

the space between us. “Before

closer. Goddess, I’m so

snarls, but her voice catches. “You

up with me to punish me. To see if I’d come crawling back.” I lean in,

hitches. “I broke up

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“you never complained about my toxicity when it was making

wrenches one hand free to slap me. I let her–the sting is worth it to see that raw emotion, that pure, unfiltered Jess that onl/1