Chapter 42

“Look at you!” he continued. “Fucking little girly man with those cute little curls hanging to your shoulders. You’re a sick, perverted cunt. Go find yourself a pole and jam it up your ass, if you’re that desperate for a ride. It sure as shit ain’t happenin’ with me.”

I started to run, the laughter in the voices behind me fading with each stride, but the stench of their hatred still present.

How could I have been so wrong? Stellan—tall, gorgeous, dark-haired Stellan—had been perfect. He played guitar in a local garage band and was the hottest guy in school. I’d always been a sucker for musicians.

He’d approached me last month and claimed to like me. He’d even said he wanted to go out on a date. I’d fallen for him—hard. He was my first love, and it had all been a lie.