Untouched (Bay Falls High, #1)(7)

No matter what though I was the poor girl with the fucked up mother. But that didn’t mean there couldn’t be any fun. Right?

Imagine me going back to the slum shit town I called home and telling Ruby the story of me hooking up with a rich boy.

I grinned and watched as the tall, hot guy stopped walking.

He pointed to the ocean.

The short guy turned.

Tall, hot guy stepped up behind him.

I thought he was going to wrap his arms around him and hug him, which would be my luck.

Someone that hot and he’d prefer parts I didn’t have.

Typical Tinsley for sure.

The short guy pointed and then waved his hands like he didn’t know what he was looking at.

Tall, hot guy pointed again.

Then he stepped back and made a fist.

I watched as he punched the short guy in the middle of his back, dropping him to his knees.

I covered my mouth.

Tall, hot guy then turned his head and looked right at me.

Welcome to the beginning of the end…





Tall, hot guy didn’t seem to mind I was there.

Short guy let out a crying yell and turned.

That’s when a fist connected to his face.

My stomach did a backflip and I gasped.

I had seen some crazy stuff in my life. I had seen fights. I had seen violence.

But this… it was just so unexpected.

Tall, hot guy was so put together. The way he looked. So proper, if that made sense.

He reached down and picked up short guy like he was a toy. Short guy screamed and thrashed his arms, blood dripping from his face into the ocean. Tall, hot guy didn’t care for a second that his clothes were getting wet as he walked short guy into the ocean.

He then threw short guy into a crashing wave.

I heard the smack of the wave against short guy’s body and I cringed.

Short guy thrashed his arms again and managed to get to his feet.

When he looked at tall, hot guy it was a look of defeat. Meaning he knew this beating was coming. He knew why this was happening.

My heart pounded harder when tall, hot guy threw another hard punch.

The sight of his knuckles smashing against short guy’s eye. The way short guy’s head snapped back and twisted.

Short guy fell back into the water, which was maybe the only way to save himself. Just pretend he was knocked out. Or maybe try to swim away.

But here’s the thing… this obviously wasn’t tall, hot guy’s first fight. If this even was an actual fight. This was more of a setup for a beatdown.

Tall, hot guy lunged forward and grabbed short guy by the throat and picked him up out of the water. He held him up like a wrestler on TV, ready to do his finishing move.

Something was said.

I couldn’t hear it though.

I wasn’t close enough.

And there was no way in hell I was going to get close enough.

Tall, hot guy was… well, tall and hot… but he was crazy. Dangerous and crazy.

Which may have had some butterflies in my lower stomach that decided to keep going lower…

Tall, hot guy slammed short guy into the water.

And he held him under.

He stood there with his right hand and half his right arm in the water, holding short guy under.

I gasped and had no idea what to do.

Scream? Call for help?

I just stared.

And tall, hot guy wasn’t letting up.

I started to count in my head. I tried Mississippi. I tried alligator. I tried elephant. All those stupid ways to count seconds. But it didn’t matter. Short guy had been under the ocean water long before I started counting. I thought about Ruby. When we were younger, we’d go to the pool in the summer and try to see who could stay under water the longest. You know, before we got our boobs and boys weren’t afraid to tell us they were hard… when life was simple. Point being, Ruby always won. I couldn’t hold my breath for anything. And watching her stay under the water always scared me. I thought she was going to drown. But she never did. She always popped up.

So I waited for short guy to pop up.

But when my eyes saw the look on tall, hot guy’s face…

He was going to actually kill short guy.





I paced along the side of the pool.

I tried biting my nails but I had no nails. I never had nails. I hated nails. And I hated painting them too. Then again, if I was going to be some rich bitch, be someone else, I should probably let my nails grow. And get them done. Find some fancy place and get them done.

Act all prissy about it too.

Like demand it be perfect. Or find things wrong with my nails just to be a bigger bitch.

Ohfuckinghell Tinsley… there’s a dead body in the ocean right now!

Yeah, that was one of the thoughts I tried so hard to shove away.

But they wouldn’t shove away.

What was I supposed to do now?

Go back? Find the body? Call the police?

Tell them what?

That I watched as some guy drowned another? And I ran away when I realized just how serious it was? Wouldn’t that implicate me?

But rich people didn’t get in trouble with the law. They didn’t go to jail. They hired expensive lawyers and wrote big checks and smiled and acted like nothing happened.

Except I wasn’t rich.

Claire was rich.