Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) Nina Lincoln (latest novels to read TXT) 📖

“Thanks,” I mutter, stepping from the car and spying Sarah Bitch Fremont standing on my damn front porch.

What now, God? Seriously?

She straightens her back as I approach and sneers, her pretty eyes hard jewels of hate, the expression a departure from her usual attempts to kill me with fake kindness.

With a deep breath, I prepare myself for whatever she’s got in mind, prepared to throw down if it comes to that, but she merely crosses her arms over her chest and says, icily, “You’re making a big mistake.”

“Which is what?”

Looking her over suspiciously, I see nothing out of the ordinary, but I still wonder if it’s a coincidence she’s standing in the very spot where my stalker likes to leave their gifts.

Could it be a girl? But why? What could Sarah possibly want from me? She hardly admires me unless it’s all a bid to scare the shit out of me.

“Colt’s just angry with me, but we’re soul mates, and you’re nothing but a distraction.”

“Sarah,” I say, looking her over.

All at once, she seems sad, smaller, and pathetic in her desperation. Is this how I look? Desperate for a boy who probably doesn’t want either of us.

“What?” she snarls.

“If you really thought he was your soulmate, would you be here warning me off?”

“Fuck off!” she shrieks, swinging her hand toward my head.

I rear back, which means her fist hits my cheek instead of the side of my head, but I have no time to contemplate it because she’s holding a knife. A knife! I never thought the bitch had it in her.

Waving it around in my face with a wicked grin, she seethes, “What makes you so fucking special anyway? You’re nothing!”

“Sarah, get a fucking hold of yourself. Do you really want to go to jail over a guy?” I ask desperately.

She just laughs, the cackle sending a shiver of fear down my spine—visions of meeting the same end as my mother dancing through my head as I back slowly away.

After almost a year of fighting every bitch in sight, I’m down for a fucking fist to the head, but she’s got a knife, and I’d be foolish to do anything but leave.

Of course, with her crazy eyes dead center on me, it’s slow going.

“Did he call you the light when he fucked you?” she sing-songs, the eerie tone raising goosebumps on my skin.

Ignoring her painful words that I’ll dissect later, I spin on my heel and run for it. She’s right on my heels, and I can practically feel her breath on my neck as sweat slides down my sides, and I bypass my car for the street.

“Fuck!” she exclaims, and slowing, I turn back to see she’s stopped.

Cautiously, I stand in the street, panting harshly as she looks me over and, with a sad smile, whispers, “I’ll leave you to him. He’s got plans for you.”

With that, I watch, confused as she walks to her vehicle, gets inside, and drives away, leaving me with a good dose of freaked the fuck out.

Pushing my way inside the house on trembling limbs, I arm the alarm before sliding down to my ass against the door.

Who is him? Colt?

*****

Because I’ve already skipped my fair share of school, I’m back in the fucking lot the following day. Hayden picked me up grimly after bitching me out for leaving school without letting him know. Strangely I didn’t think he cared, and I’m charmed if chagrined by the lecture.

Colt’s waiting for me when I arrive, leaning against the wall with a brooding expression. For once, I’m eager to speak to him, and I exit the vehicle throwing my seat belt aside and slamming my door in my haste.

Colt’s eyes widen before they drop into a frown as I march up to him and poke him angrily in the chest.

“Tell your fucking bitch to back off!” I snarl.

He grabs my hand and presses it against his heart, his lips curling up in a smile as he says, “What bitch?”

“Sarah! She’s fucking crazy, Colt, and if you sicced her on me…”

“Calm down. I haven’t spoken to Sarah since the diner. What’s going on with you and Hayden?” he demands, searching my gaze with suspicion.

“Hayden? You want to talk about Hayden? Your fucking girlfriend is crazy!”

“Look, I haven’t seen Sarah. What did she do? Are you talking about the shit at the diner because I have no fucking clue where she came up with the shit she was spewing.”

Blinking, I think back. It seems so long ago now. “No? You didn’t tell her the same bullshit you told me? Whatever, I don't care-“

“No! I never fucking told her anything of the kind, why would I?” he says. He actually sounds…bewildered.

“Maybe because you were playing her like you played me,” I say through gritted teeth.

He scoffs, “Princess - I didn’t fucking say that to her. I’ve got plenty of ways to fucking torture someone without implying I fucking care.”

“Isn’t that exactly what you did to me?” I shout.

“No!” he shouts back, drawing the attention of several students who pause and then scurry by at his glare.

“No? Then what do you call what you did, Colt?” I sneer.

Grabbing my arm, he says between clenched teeth, “I made you think it was all a game on purpose, yes, but I didn’t fucking lie.”

“Everything was a lie,” I whisper, damning him for making me cry when my throat closes.

“No, Princess, not everything,” he says softly, leaning his forehead against mine.

“What are you playing at now?” I ask, both confused and sad.

Being near him exhilarates me, causing my heart to sing in my chest, but simultaneously I want to shrink from the intensity of how he makes me feel, for I’m afraid I will carry it with me forever.

Smirking, he says, “Maybe I’ve decided the greatest revenge I can get is to give in.”

“Give in?” I ask, bewildered.

“Yes, I’ve been fighting this since I saw your fine ass get out of that