Hated sneak peek!
Hey there,
I’m working hard right now on getting the new version of Disease up on Amazon, but I’m also in the process of writing Hated at Hollowdale High, and I know us authors say this a lot, but this book really is shaping up to be my ultimate.
Remi Riley is one of those characters that has divided opinion, and as a human I’ve been known to do the same, so I do feel a bit of a spiritual connection with her.
She’s feisty and has an attitude, and isn’t afraid to let people know what she’s really thinking.
Has she met her match in Tyler?
(unedited and subject to change)
‘... you think?’
‘Sorry what?’ I asked, not having heard a word that slipped out of Tyler’s mouth into the universe.
Tyler and I weren’t exactly what you would call friends. We were acquaintances at best. We knew the same people, went to the same school, and shared some friends. Or we had, back when I had friends.
Did I ever actually have friends? Or were they people that were scared of me so they pretended to be my friend so I wouldn’t bitch at them? Bully them?
God, I hate myself.
‘I said,’ Tyler started, and I looked at him blankly. I forced myself to watch his lips, to actually listen to the next thing he said. Focusing was hard enough on a regular day, and I didn’t need more people asking me questions. Not that anybody besides Tyler had asked me anything. Fuck, nobody other than Tyler had even approached me to talk to me. I’d been standing on the edge of the field alone for the last half hour. ‘I think Spencer’s about to get so drunk he won’t last the night. What do you think?’
I shrugged. Why the fuck did I care what Spencer did? It wouldn’t be the first time Spencer got so drunk he couldn’t remember shit. The last time Spencer got shitfaced when I was there he went off at me, and threw a glass at Ty. Called me some shitty names and spat in my face.
Not that I didn’t understand why Spencer wanted to block out the world. Shit if anybody had something as dark in their past as I did, it was Spencer.
‘You sure you’re okay?’
‘Why wouldn’t I be?’
‘I don’t know,’ he said with a shrug. ‘You’ve not spoken to anybody here. You haven’t drunk a sip of alcohol, and you haven’t even tried to dance. That just ain’t like you.’
‘And you know me so well?’ I asked, crossing my arms on my chest, narrowing my eyes on him. I knew I was acting like a bitch, but I also didn’t know how to care. ‘What is like me, Tyler?’
It was a trap.
And I wanted him to see that before he spoke. Wanted him to think before he blurted out whatever crap came to his mind with no thought behind it.
Like a bee, the boy didn’t see the sticky sweet sting of the honey before it was too late.
‘You’re the life of the party. You’re the girl who isn’t afraid to tell people what she really thinks. Isn’t afraid to do what she wants to do, no matter how many people it pisses off.’ He looked at me, really looked at me, and his eyes felt as if they were penetrating my soul.
Penetrating? Fuck me, Remi. Get a grip.
‘I’m the life of the party, am I?’ I laughed scornfully. ‘No wonder this party’s so shit.’
To be continued…
Until next time,
