My Best Friend’s Shared Boyfriend - Chapter 7: Chapter 7
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My foot inched forward until I felt the vibrating bead beneath my toes.
One gentle nudge was all it took.
A wet squelch echoed through the bathroom.
The hidden nozzle erupted, shooting a glistening arc of water straight into Luna Evans' open mouth.
"Ah—what the—?!"
Luna's scream pierced the air as she shot upright, water dripping from her chin. Her hand flew to her mouth a heartbeat too late.
Game over.
"Who's in there?" A man's voice barked from outside. "Evelyn Roscente?"
Felix Winston moved like a cornered animal. I saw the glint of his syringe as he lunged for the man's neck—but his shadow gave him away.
What happened next was almost beautiful in its brutality. The man moved like lightning, flipping Felix clean over his shoulder and slamming him onto the tiles with a bone-rattling thud.
I wasn't just watching the show.
When Luna jumped, her grip on me slipped. My hands were free.
I drove my nails deep into Quentin Lowell's inner thigh—right where I knew it'd hurt most.
His scream could've shattered glass as he curled into a fetal position in the Jacuzzi, clutching his leg like it'd been set on fire.
I scrambled out of the water fast. Before Luna could blink, I gave her seven stinging slaps—left, right, left, right—then brought my heel down hard on her stupid designer slippers.
"MY TOES!" she wailed, collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut.
People always underestimated me because of the pearls and pencil skirts.
They forgot I was the girl who showed up to senior prom with bleached hair and a leather jacket studded with actual nails. The one who put three football players in the nurse's office after they tried to pants me in the quad.
Some lessons need teaching more than once.
One gentle nudge was all it took.
A wet squelch echoed through the bathroom.
The hidden nozzle erupted, shooting a glistening arc of water straight into Luna Evans' open mouth.
"Ah—what the—?!"
Luna's scream pierced the air as she shot upright, water dripping from her chin. Her hand flew to her mouth a heartbeat too late.
Game over.
"Who's in there?" A man's voice barked from outside. "Evelyn Roscente?"
Felix Winston moved like a cornered animal. I saw the glint of his syringe as he lunged for the man's neck—but his shadow gave him away.
What happened next was almost beautiful in its brutality. The man moved like lightning, flipping Felix clean over his shoulder and slamming him onto the tiles with a bone-rattling thud.
I wasn't just watching the show.
When Luna jumped, her grip on me slipped. My hands were free.
I drove my nails deep into Quentin Lowell's inner thigh—right where I knew it'd hurt most.
His scream could've shattered glass as he curled into a fetal position in the Jacuzzi, clutching his leg like it'd been set on fire.
I scrambled out of the water fast. Before Luna could blink, I gave her seven stinging slaps—left, right, left, right—then brought my heel down hard on her stupid designer slippers.
"MY TOES!" she wailed, collapsing like a marionette with its strings cut.
People always underestimated me because of the pearls and pencil skirts.
They forgot I was the girl who showed up to senior prom with bleached hair and a leather jacket studded with actual nails. The one who put three football players in the nurse's office after they tried to pants me in the quad.
Some lessons need teaching more than once.
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