A second pair of heels came clicking down the hallway and I groaned on the inside.

The bitch was here.

Ash was annoying but Britt was the dangerous one.

She had always held this sick hold over Rourke, and it drove me damn crazy that he still hadn't told her to go now that he was finally moving on from her skanky ass.

"First, Ocean Bay's wide receiver starts fucking his sister, and now the damn quarterback is panting after the poster girl for smoke alarms?" Britt arched a perfectly plucked eyebrow. "Goddamn, the boys on the football team are going to hell in a hand basket." Sniffing as if something in the air repulsed her, she added, "Classy boys. Real classy."

"The fuck did you just say?" I demanded, fury filling me fast.

"Don’t think we didn't notice you sitting with her and fatty at lunch last week. Oh, and your trip to little Freddy's bedroom at the party didn’t go unnoticed either," Britt taunted. "You were seen, Daryl. By everyone." She laughed cruelly. "You must really be scraping the bottom of the barrel if you've resorted to fucking that walking scab."

"Don't!" Rourke commanded, stepping in front of me. "Let it go," he ordered, shaking his head. "She's not worth it."

Laughing cruelly, Britt held up the screen of her phone for us to see. "Wow, D, she's a keeper! Bet she feels real scaly underneath you…"

My eyes locked on the screen of her phone and my entire body started to quake.

"Delete it," I bit out, shaking violently when my eyes locked on a picture of Molly in the changing rooms at school. It had clearly been taken without her permission. "Now, dammit!"

"In your dreams," she sneered, taunting me with the image.

"Here’s a crazy thought, Britt," Rourke growled, snatching the phone out of her hand. "How about the next time you decide to take a picture of something you deem disgusting to post it online, why don’t you swing that camera around and take a fucking selfie instead!"

Her eyes narrowed and shot daggers at Rourke. "Excuse me? What the hell do you mean by that?"

"You know exactly what I mean, Britt," Rourke replied, tone laced with venom. "If you can take a selfie, look yourself straight in the eye, and see nothing but a picture-perfect human being who has never made a single mistake in her entire perfect life, then by all means, spread your nasty shit like syphilis. But, should you find yourself looking back at a person with a less than stellar record of perfect decision making, a person who has made many a mistake in life, or a human being in general, then perhaps you should pause and use something that's a little old fashioned – not to mention rarely used in the world nowadays."

"You’re going to say brain aren’t you?" Ashley said with a pout, sounding every inch of stupid as she looked.

"No – although she should definitely use that, too."