Tryst Six Venom by Penelope Douglas

direction as they bump into each other and slip on the ground. Headlights
light up the night, engines peel off, kicking up the inch of rain that’s
accumulated already, and I see Dallas and Iron making their way for the
truck.
But then I hear someone scream, “I don’t care!”
Krisjen stands opposite her shitty boyfriend, throwing her phone and then
her arms, getting in his face and challenging him.
“I couldn’t care less!” she goes on.
He advances on her, the back door of his car open and a couple of guys
from our school inside.
“Post them!” Krisjen tells him, the rain making her white crop top seethrough
as her hair hangs in her face. “Post the videos and my texts and
everything! Fuck it all! I don’t care!”
He grabs her hair, and I jerk to attention. What the hell?
“Liv, come on!” I hear Iron at my side.
But I ignore him, seeing Clay head over to her friend ahead of me.
“Milo!” she warns.
But he pays Clay no mind. “You don’t care, huh?” Milo growls in
Krisjen’s face.
“What’s he talking about?” Clay yells at Krisjen.
“He took a video of me ages ago,” she chokes out as he yanks her in by
the hair. “The little bitch didn’t like me dancing with another man tonight, so
he posted it online.”
“He did what?” Clay barks, kind of forgetting she did the same thing to
me, but whatever.
“And she doesn’t care,” Milo repeats her words. “Doesn’t care at all.”
“Nope, post them all!” she growls, defiant. “It’ll be the best way to get rid
of you!”
And it happens before I can leap—his hand whips across her face,
sending her spinning and falling into the car. She catches herself, I jump into
action, but then I feel Iron advance first.
No. I stop and push him back, knowing one more arrest will be his last. “I
will handle it,” I bite out, shoving him away.
“Fuck that.” He pushes, trying to get past me to slice Milo up.
“No!” I yell.
I spin around to help Krisjen, but she’s already recovered. Launching
back around, she slams a fist across Milo’s face, and he grabs his jaw,