• Chapter 6

  • youred, words cougly falling ane

  • Zayyy paused, suddenly pressing his forehead against mine with a cocky raised eyebrow:

  • Stut you’re burung up. So you actually are sick?

  • is grip loosened as he laughed.

  • “Whatever, I’ll give you a pass this time.”

  • 1 doubled over, fighting back the urge to vomit

  • “You couldn’t even text me that you were sick? Still doesn’t explain why you’ve been dodging my messages. You ball on me then try to disappear?”

  • Zephyr kept listing all my supposed offenses against him.

  • When I didn’t answer, he suddenly jammed his hand under my shirt, his smirk turning predatory:

  • “Let me see if my favorite little nerd remembered to wear what I like.”

  • I had zero strength to fight back as he forcefully yanked me against him, his hands going everywhere.

  • His grip was bruising, his movements entitled, his breath hot against my ear.

  • His fingers traveled freely across my skin, roughly grabbing and squeezing whatever he wanted.

  • arms protectively around myself,

  • me to his friends, yet today he still thought he

  • did he plan to put

  • shame and despair overwhelmed me, tears streaming down my

  • bit of energy, I

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  • Chapter 6

  • “Get off me….”

  • my tears. Zephyr finally

  • held me even tighter, his voice dripping with

  • problem now, babe? Still in your

  • but his words were pure venom:

  • about yesterday and that bullshit online?

  • do behind

  • you knew what this was.”

  • down over some hookups?

  • Don’t be such a clingy bitch–it’s a bad look.”

  • situation. You’re too old to not get what actually matters. No wonder everyone says you’re psychotic, acting

  • seen everything. Known

  • knew exactly how those comments would

  • he jumped to defend

  • me in front of

  • once stood up for me, not with

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