Bittersweet Symphony (Bittersweet #4)(29)

“Guess I’m not the norm then because I do neither.” I start doodling in my notebook, not wanting to listen to the professor talk about the religions of the world anymore.

“Just… Come hangout with us,” she says closing her compact mirror. She is the type that I should stay away from. She has Mimi beat by a long shot when it comes to begging.

“I’ll think about it…” I mumble. My phone keeps buzzing in my pocket. I pull it out and went through the messages. Ryder, Ryder, Mimi, Mimi, Mimi, oh and look Mimi.

The messages vary from bitching to wondering how classes are going. Sometimes I wonder if that chick ever does anything besides drink and go to classes. My thoughts skid to a stop when my finger clicks on Ryder’s text. Everything with him is like the first time. My heart beat always picks up at every text, or ring of the phone.

Every time his lips touch my skin, or his body brushes against mine, it has me thinking seriously naughty thoughts. I am too wrapped up in imaging things to take notice that class has been dismissed.

I lift my head from the text that I still haven’t read. Clare slips a piece of paper onto my desk… before giving me a charming smile and walking away.

I pick up the paper gripping it between two fingers. On it is an address that I assume is where the party will be. Little does she know I won’t be going to that party. I don’t do parties.

Getting my shit together, I shove my phone into my pocket. I am always the last one out of the class. I just move that slowly, and by slow I meant, as slow as a turtle trudging through tar.

Once I made it out of the auditorium, and down into the hall I finally pull out my phone to check the text Ryder has sent me.

Ryder: I miss you. Come see me tonight.

I will be lying if I say my heart doesn’t do a little flippity-flop in my chest. Things were getting intense and serious with him. Being around him more and more is causing all rational thoughts to go out the window. When we touched it is like fire to my soul. He sparked something in me that went deeper then love.

“Well, well…” A voice that made me want to run my head into the wall a million times said behind me. I turned around, knowing very well that Sam will be standing there. I also know that he will be up to something. After all, Ryder has f*cked up his face pretty badly. Sam isn’t about getting revenge, he is about getting even. I know it and so does everyone else.

“Sam…” I say hiding the fear of the situation. Looking at him is hard. It seemed like no matter what I do I can’t picture him as the monster he truthfully is, instead I saw the old Sam. The one who is my best friend.

“Kennedy…” The way he says my name sent shivers don’t my spine. I finally looks up at him. My breath floundered. He has a bandage a cross his nose, and his eye is black and blue. He has what looks like a bruise across his cheek. In other words he looks like shit.

I have to hold back the need to smile. The satisfaction that formed in me is scary. I am not one for hate, or violence but seeing Sam hurting is the best kind of karma.

I take a step back, as he advanced on me. It is always best to keep distance between us. He has a problem keeping his hands to himself and I don’t want to put myself in a situation that I can’t control.

“You see all of this…” He raged, gesturing to his face. Boy have I seen it.

“Yes.” I responded. If he tried to hurt me this time I won’t be weak. I won’t stand here and take it. I will fight back.

I can tell by the bleakness in his eyes, and the darkness that descended over us that me being cool and calm about all this is pissing him off more and more.

He takes another step, forcing me to take another back. This is a sick game we are playing. It is like chess, if you made the wrong choice. If your moves weren’t strategic enough you can lose your queen. I am pretty close to losing my queen.

His scent surrounded me. A scent that use to calm me, a scent that once wrapped me in blanket of happiness. Reaching out his hand wrapped around my wrist. I look up at him glaring as I tried to pull out of his hold.

The sickest smile ever showed on his face. His lips were turned up but it wasn’t a I’m happy smile it was a thank god I finally have her trapped.

“Did you think that I would let you get away with it? Did you think I wouldn’t retaliate against you? Against your piece of shit boyfriend?” He says shoving me against the brick wall.

Be strong Kennedy. Be strong. You’re above this. Above him.

The brick scratched against my back pack. His hand is still wrapped around my wrist and I know I have to do something soon.

“You deserved it…” I gritted out. I know Sam isn’t above hitting people. He hasn’t even hit me but I know the day will come. If you can shove, push, smack, pinch or do anything violent to someone you were capable of hitting someone.

He takes a step back, taken off guard by what I have said I’m sure. Shaking his head as if he is disappointed in me he released my wrist and gripped my shoulders tightly.

I bit my lip to hide the pain, as his finger bit into flesh. I know attempting to pull myself from his grip is useless. He will just grip harder.

“Then I suppose you deserve whatever it is I do to you…” His breath hit my face and I turned away from him. I am going to puke. I must have stayed silent longer than he liked because he released me and pushed his body as close as we can get with clothes on.