Broken Bad Boy novel Chapter 22

PERCIE

Remy Larkin showing his signature smirk to the girls who glanced at him was not news anymore. He was the definition of a class A jerk. 

Who wouldn’t notice him, by the way? When he walked like he was on the runway. He got the looks, money, and power from his dear daddy. Well, some girls liked guys like him, owning a little bit of popularity.

He surprised me when he patted my shoulder—that never happened since last year we had the same classes together. Then he dropped.

I snorted. “Remy, you patted the wrong guy, dude.”

“No, man. Come to my party at the Frat house. Bring your new girl, Matthews.” He smirked, and it pissed me off. There was something nasty about this invitation that I could smell from a mile. 

What I found hard to believe was how he remembered my name. 

I narrowed my eyes at him. I could see the glint in his eyes. “New girl?” Unfortunately, I didn’t have any idea about the girl he was talking about.

“Come on, man. The last time I saw you with a girl—when was that? Uh, at last year end’s party. Wit—what’s her name?” He patted his finger on his chin. “Cassie, right? Yeah, Cassie.” 

I clenched my jaw hard enough my teeth would crack. I still remembered how I pressed Cassie against the wall in that Frat house. I was drunk, but I remembered everything I did. 

I had no plan on going to any party again, but after burning my parent’s house, I wanted to forget what I did by drowning myself with alcohol and releasing my anger. It didn’t do any good to me, though. When Cassie started flirting with me, I didn’t resist. It didn’t end that night. She became my fuck buddy for a few days.

Every time I slept with her, I had to push back the thought of how Cassie and her friends treated Chloe. They called her names because Chloe was overweight. I didn’t sleep with her for vengeance, but I stopped it because she was a bully.

“Let me set the record straight, I didn’t bring her there. I went there alone.” I rolled my eyes and walked away from him. I knew he was still following me. I didn’t know what he wanted from me, and I wouldn’t give him the satisfaction of allowing him to get under my skin. 

“Whatever, Matthews. Just come to my party and bring your girl.” 

I paused to face him. “Just for an ideal of curiosity, what do you exactly want from me, Larkin? I’m not going to your party, and I am telling you now. Whoever the girl you’re talking about won’t be there with me.” I tried hard to be calmer, but my hands already formed into fists, itching to punch his smirk off his fucking face.

“I’ll invite her instead, then?” He raised his brow, challenging me.

“Invite anyone you want. Who gives a fuck?” I left him alone at a quick pace to get the hell away from him. My mind was still drilling the thoughts of the girl he was referring to—his next victim. 

Before I could think further, someone grabbed my arm. I cursed under my breath, groaned, and squeezed my eyes shut.

“Percie!” 

“Are you trying to give me a heart attack?” I snarled at Hailey before I even opened my eyes. I didn’t have to—I knew that voice with all my being—her touch, her tiny hands around my arm, her overwhelming presence. Since my swapping of memories that night, we grew closer.

“You were running out of the building, so I had to catch you up before you could go far. Why are you so grouchy?” Hailey asked, frowning.

“Don’t you have my number?”

“Hey!”

Again, I cursed under my breath the moment I recognized the voice behind me. Hailey’s eyes widened and tightened the grip of the books pressed against her chest. And so as her grip around my arm.

“Hi, I’m Remy. Matthew’s friend.” 

I rolled my eyes. Since when did I become his friend? He offered his hand to Hailey. Hailey just looked at him like he came from another planet. 

I cleared my throat.

Finally, Hailey shook his hand. “Hailey.” 

Remy smiled, showing his dazzling white teeth. I took a huge breath to control my anger, not to punch the smirk off his face.

“I invited Percie, and you come to my party with him at the Frat house this Saturday, Hailey. Hope to see both of you there.” When Remy used his charms just like he usually did to every woman he wanted to get into their pants, that was a red flag. 

My nose flared in annoyance. Hailey was going to be his next victim if I would not do something about it.

Hailey gave him a small smile enough to show him appreciation. She looked at me with furrowed brows. She must have noticed that with what was going on, it did not amuse me.

“See you both on Saturday, Matthews.” He patted my shoulder. “Hailey, pleasure meeting you.” He smiled at her once again before he walked away.

“I thought you don’t have a friend, Percie,” she said as she joined me in the hallway.

“I guess we just became friends less than five minutes ago. We had classes together last year, but we never talked.”