But Kim has no idea what went on in my head at that moment. Hitting Silver wasn’t some vigilante shit.
I legit wanted to kill her.
The thought sends a tendril of fear down my spine.
Why the hell do I keep having these murderous thoughts? I’m not the type who’s capable of hurting a fly.
Images of injuring Aunt, scratching Aiden, and punching Silver hit my memory like razor-sharp knives.
Maybe I am capable of hurting more than a fly.
Maybe I wasn’t aware of it yet.
“Come on. Class is about to start.” Kim drags me by the arm.
I walk with her, but my mind is elsewhere.
When and where did I pick up those murderous thoughts?
I’m almost sure it comes from my childhood, but I still can’t figure out how and why.
If only I could remember.
But then again, I did everything in my might to block those memories for ten years, I can’t just remember on demand.
Kim’s hand in mine stiffens, bringing me back to the present. She stops in front of our class just as Xander goes inside laughing with a bombshell from the gymnasium team.
My brows furrow as I focus back on Kim. “Are you okay?”
She laughs, but it’s high-pitched and unreal. Kim can’t fake a laugh to save her life. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
“You and Xander are enemies, right?”
She crosses her chest, nodding. “Total enemies.”
I don’t think so.
She’s been stealing peeks at him with a strange gleam when she thinks no one is looking. I don’t know if she wants to punch him or kiss him or both.
“He’s a player, Kim.” And he bullied you for years.
But I can’t tell her the last part. Not when I’m all tangled up with my own bully.
“Screw him and everyone he screws.” She scrunches her nose. “I just want him out of mine and Kir’s life.”
“One year and he’ll piss off to Harvard or something, right?” I ask.
“Yeah.” A sheen of sadness covers her features before she smiles. “I’ll be free.”
I interlace my arm with hers when movement catches my attention.
Silver walks down the hall with a scarf wrapped tightly around her face and hiding her hair. I recognise her from the hint of her piercing aqua blue eyes.
Her attention is zoned in on her phone with a glittery case. There’s also her signature dainty ring with more glitter on it.
I wouldn’t have known it’s her if it weren’t for those obvious tells.
Her gaze collides with mine. Her pace slows down for a second before she lowers her head and hurries into class.