Total pages in book: 177
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 163387 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 817(@200wpm)___ 654(@250wpm)___ 545(@300wpm)
I’m not sure who knows what really happened that night or why. The malicious texts were mostly conjecture, except for the people who knew my history with Cody. Funny enough, no one mentioned the drugging, so where did their lawyer hear it?
Had Cody said something, or was it her? Had he told her? But where’s his proof? I remembered his teammates, but even they couldn’t be sure that it was me who’d done it. How soon before others find out? And who else will come forward in the future with some sob story about some stupid shit I’d done years ago? Thank goodness the statute of limitations was up for most of it, or dad will really have a conniption fit if it ever comes to light.
It was only alone in my room that I felt the heaviness of the weekend set in. Not even when I was in that cell did I feel this exposed and afraid. Maybe it was the newness of the situation or some kind of shock; who knows? But now, here in the room, I knew so well, surrounded by my own things, I felt fear creeping up on me.
The lawyer had explained the seriousness of the charges on the way here in the car, but at least he sounded hopeful that things could be resolved without the indignity of actually having to go back to court. If that bitch and her family thought they were going to get the better of me, she’d better think again.
I’m pretty sure she’s the one who told them about the drugging situation, but how did she know? It was just one more thing for me to worry about after spending the weekend behind bars, thinking about ways to destroy her. There’s no way I’ll just let her have Cody, not after all the effort I’d put into winning him for myself.
This was just a minor setback, and even though mom seemed scared of retaliation, I’m not. If her family was as powerful as mom seems to think, how comes no one has ever heard of her? How comes there’s no news about her or her family anywhere, and no one had ever given her special treatment, not until she joined the sorority anyway?
I refuse to believe that they have more sway than my dad. They’re probably one of those old families who still rely on their family name to get their foot in the door of places they no longer belong. Hah! I have wealth and prestige along with the name, so that beats them, hands down.
Cody, I’m not sure what’s going on with him. For as long as I’ve known him, he’s always been about the game. That was the first excuse he ever gave me when he rejected me the first time. I’d believed him, of course; why wouldn’t I? Everyone knew I was the campus’ greatest catch and only stood to reason that the campus’ most desired bachelor's should be mine. Hasn’t it always been that way?
We were the king and queen of the school, and everyone knew it. In fact, before Cody started avoiding me, almost everyone said we were the perfect match. But his excuses kept getting shorter, and it wasn’t long before I realized that he was avoiding me. I still didn’t think anything of it. He never explained anything about himself to me, never talked about his family or any of the things that mattered, I’d found out by doing some digging on my own.
Learning that his dad was ill had only solidified my belief in his reasons for not wanting to date just yet. To me, it sounded more like he was waiting until he could be serious, until he could focus entirely on me, on us. The fact that he wasn’t dating anyone else also helped in making me believe that one day he’d be mine because none of the others were as suitable as me.
So how did this unappealing hag grab his attention? No doubt she’d put on some kind of pitiful act to get him to notice her. There must be something like that at play here because there’s no other answer. I’ve seen the other girls Cody turned away, and all of them are way more appealing than she is.
For some reason, my mind went to the pictures of the two of them at her party, the one everyone had commented on and went on and on about how great they looked together. It was the last straw after a weekend of hell. I tore the sheets from the bed and ripped them to shreds as opposed to trashing the room again, but I needed to vent my anger somehow.
I have to think of something, some way to get through to Cody. I can’t let things end this way. I’ve made so many plans in my head for the two of us and had put my life on hold these last four years waiting for the day we could be together.