Total pages in book: 33
Estimated words: 30855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 30855 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 154(@200wpm)___ 123(@250wpm)___ 103(@300wpm)
She snorted. “If you want to be with a fat geek like Rosie then you can just go to hell. Both of you and your twisted asses.”
He felt Rosie push past him, and on instinct he wanted to pull her behind him and protect her, but his girl was strong, he knew that.
“You’re a bitch,” Rosie said, and Rebecca’s eyes went wide, maybe surprised Rosie had actually found her strength when it came to Rebecca.
“Excuse me?” Rebecca said in a prickly tone.
“You’re a big bitch. I’m sorry Rebel doesn’t want you, and maybe that’s why you’re so damn needy for his attention, but it’s sad.”
Rebecca narrowed her eyes at Rosie.
“You have such low self-esteem you need to bash other people?”
“Fuck you, Rosie.”
“No, fuck you, Rebecca.”
God, seeing his girl being so tough was such a turn-on.
Chapter Ten
Rosie had no clue where this strength was coming from, or maybe she was just so sick and tired of the bullshit with Rebecca that she’d snapped.
Either way this felt good, empowering even. She was done being the girl that had been picked on.
She was eighteen years old, may not be considered the prettiest or thinnest, but dammit, she got the guy she loved, and he made her feel beautiful.
At first she’d been embarrassed that Rebecca had seen them kiss, along with whoever was standing behind her. PDA, even if it was with the guy she loved, had her shy.
But she didn’t care anymore. She didn’t care that they’d seen, and in fact felt proud it had happened. She loved Rebel, and fuck anyone that thought it was wrong for them to be together.
Rosie was tired of being cautious and keeping her head down. She felt like this power was controlling her, and she didn’t have to be afraid of anyone or anything.
Being with Rebel wasn’t a dirty little secret, wasn’t something taboo and meant to be looked down upon, and she wasn’t going to hide who she was in love with.
She stared at Rebecca, saw the other girl was glaring at her, the anger coming from her tangible, and Rosie couldn’t help but stand up straighter because of her pride.
Rebecca probably never had thought Rosie would stand up to her. Well this was a new day, and she was feeling pretty damn good.
Rebecca started laughing then. “It’s funny how you suddenly have a backbone with Rebel by your side.”
The people behind Rebecca looked at Rebel and seemed nervous. They had every right to be. Rebel had a reputation not to be fucked with, and this was hitting close to home for both of them.
“You think he really wants your ugly fat ass?” Rebecca sobered and shook her head.
“Shut the fuck up, Rebecca,” Rebel ground out, his anger clear.
“No, I won’t shut up, Rebel.” Rebecca looked at him over Rosie’s shoulder. “You could have had this, but you want that.” Rebecca gestured to Rosie, disgust in her voice and on her face.
“The only fucking ugly thing in this room is your attitude, Rebecca.” Rebel stepped up behind Rosie. “I don’t give a shit what anyone says or thinks about being with Rosie. I love her, and fuck you or anyone else who has anything to say about it.”
Although there was a group forming in the hallway, no teachers had shown up yet.
“Just accept he doesn’t want you,” Rosie said. “Have some dignity and stop making a scene.”
Everyone was deathly silent, and when Rebecca looked behind her, maybe hoping for some backup or support, she found none. She’d been a bitch to a lot of people, and they knew exactly what type of person she was.
“Rosie is mine, and if anyone has a fucking problem with it step up.”
Rosie looked up at Rebel, not surprised by the hardness in him. All of this would be spread throughout the whole school before lunch that was for sure.
Rebecca gave this weird little cry, as if she’d had enough. “You bitch.” Rebecca came toward Rosie, but she’d been expecting her to act like a psycho. She hadn’t gotten her way, and for Rebecca that was a big deal.
Rosie was ready for her, or at least as ready as she could be. Rebecca went to grab a chunk of Rosie’s hair, and before Rebel could intervene, which she knew he was about to, Rosie pushed Rebecca away.
Rebecca came at her again, but instinct rose up, and Rosie found herself hitting the other girl right in the nose.
There was this disgusting sound after the fact, and then a gush of blood that came from Rebecca’s nose. She covered her face and cried out, her eyes wide on Rosie, blood pouring from her nose.
“My fucking nose, you bitch,” Rebecca screamed out. “God, you two fucking deserve each other.” And then she turned and left them alone, the people that had been behind her moving out of the way.