Hate So Good: A High School Bully Romance (The Hate Series Book 2) by Nina Lincoln (first color ebook reader .txt) 📗

was right around when Sarah was here. He changed, lost something. Went dark. Haven't seen a spark since you came along.”

“A spark? What’s in that drink?” I demand, reaching out for it with my hand.

She pulls it away heavily, and it spills down her arm, to which she laughs and laughs. I’m still staring at her bewildered when Colt strolls up, pretty as you please, with a calculated expression on his face.

“Ladies,” he greets us, and our eyes clash.

If I thought his icy stare from before did strange things to my insides, this new heated version makes me burn, and as if he knows, which he probably does, his mouth pulls up in a smirk.

Glancing away to hide the heat in my cheeks, I contemplate another hate fuck. I get what I want and mess with him just the same.

Turning back with an assessing eye, I catch him looking me over and smirk myself. Boring, hm? We’ll see about that.

Setting my drink on the ground, I turn to Melissa and ask, “You wanna dance with me?”

She gives me an appalled look, and chuckling, I turn away without glancing at Colt.

Making my way closer to the music, I begin to swing my hips - I’m buzzed enough that this isn't awkward. It also helps that I just don't care what these people think of me anymore. Ironic, considering they now apparently like me.

Ignoring everyone around me, I sway to the sounds, dancing to my inner muse, lost to the sensations. I’ve almost forgotten about Colt but for the fiery trails that burn over my skin, where I suspect his gaze is caressing me.

Warm hands grab my hips, and chuckling, I allow myself to be pulled into a large chest. I think it's Colt for a brief moment, but then I turn and open my eyes, spying Hayden grinning down at me.

It's just as well, I don't need Colt’s brand of crazy. Giving him a smile in return, I place my hands on his shoulders and allow him to lead me along with the music. He’s not half bad, considering he’s badass - most guys don't want to be seen dancing with a rep like his.

When he pulls me closer, I turn around, brushing my ass against his erection, and oh boy, does he have an erection.

I’m considering if I should continue our little dance, knowing it's turning him on and possibly teasing him when he leans into me and says, “Relax, I’ve got plenty of pussy. Let’s give Colt a show, hm?”

I shiver with disgust at his words, which works to my advantage when I turn my head to the left and spy Colt standing to the side with a weird expression on his face. Where before, up until the night of prom, he would’ve barged right in and pretended to be jealous, this time, he stands by and allows it to happen.

His nonchalance, as though I’ve lost the last bit of him that cared, causes something to pinch in my chest but again, I’m fooling myself. He never cared to begin with - right?

Ignoring the ache in my heart, I slide my eyes closed and concentrate on the feel of Hayden’s body dancing around mine.

We lose ourselves to the music for a few more songs before he slides away, but not before whispering in my ear, “If you ever plan to ditch Theroux, come find me.”

Bewildered, I stare at his retreating back pondering his words before shaking them off. I don’t need another Colt, and Hayden, for all his flirting, has many layers I’d be afraid to peel back.

Turning away, I see both Melissa and Colt have gone, and with a grimace, I search her out, finding her in the kitchen, downing shots.

When the crowd parts and invites me in, I spy Colt standing with her, and it's with no little hesitation, I give in because not so long ago, I was lamenting that I was the outsider in this scenario, and now that I’m invited, I can hardly spurn them.

Dirk gives me a wide grin when I nod and hands me a glass full to the brim with alcohol. I suspect, much like Melissa and Ramie before her, he expects me to drink it like a rich bitch Princess.

And apparently, so does Colt because he eyes it disapprovingly before trying to swipe it from my hand.

Giving him a good glare, I move out of his reach and down the shot in one go. It’s whiskey, and it goes down harsh, so not the expensive kind, but I keep my face straight and hold out my hand for another.

Smiling wide, Dirk grabs the bottle, pouring me another drink, while Colt swears behind us and ignoring him, I toss back the amber liquid, hiding my grimace behind a gasp as I slam the shot glass down on the table.

Dirk chuckles evilly, and a glance at Colt reveals him glowering.

The alcohol burns through my system like fire, and a small smile curves my lips, to which Colt’s eyes become molten and my core pulses sharply.

All of which grinds to a screeching halt when Sarah appears looking fresh and pretty in a tight dress and heels – it’s a little overdone if you ask me, but plenty of the guys give her a passionate once over.

With a curl to my lip, I ignore the hatred pulsing in my chest, and Colt for good measure, grabbing the third shot from Dirk’s hand.

He leans in as I drink it back, whispering, “For a rich bitch, you take your alcohol well.”

Giving him a sour look, I grab the bottle out of his hand and stalk away, saying over my shoulder, “You’re a middle-class dick. I expected you to have better alcohol.”

His laughter follows me from the room, and I spy Sarah standing in front of Colt as I exit, but I refuse to look further. Whether they’re together or not, I have no use for the games they like to play.

Her presence is a reminder to