Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 58: Twisted Feelings

Chapter 58: Twisted Feelings

- Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Okay by Chase Atlantic)

I hated her.

I hated her more than I hated anything in the world.

More than I hated this trip. More than I hated Paris. More I hated the way my heart beat too fast whenever she was near.

I hated Kathrine Andrews.

Because every time I told myself I was done, that I’d never let her touch me again, that I’d never sink to that level again—she looked at me.

Like she knew.

Like she could see right through me.

And worst of all, she smirked.

That damn smirk.

Like she was proud of herself. Like she knew what she did to me. Like she liked watching me unravel, fall apart, and pretend like it never happened.

I shifted uncomfortably, Alex’s arm heavy around my waist. I couldn’t even hear what he was saying. His voice was just noise, blending into the chaos of the hotel lobby as we waited for the bus.

But her?

I could hear everything.

The way she laughed at something Emma said. The way she shifted her weight from one leg to the other. The way she exhaled slowly, like she was bored like this entire situation didn’t affect her at all.

Like last night never even happened.

I clenched my fists.

Why did I care?

It was just a mistake.

A stupid, meaningless mistake like every time she did it to me.

I forced myself to look away, leaning into Alex’s side, trying to focus on anything but her.

But I still felt her watching me.

I knew she was.

Just like I had been watching her.

The bus ride to the airport was torture.

I sat next to Alex, letting him drone on about something I didn’t care about, pretending to listen, and nodding at the right moments. But all I could think about was her.

She was a few rows ahead, sitting by the window. The city lights reflected in her dark hair, and even from here, I could see the way she absentmindedly twirled a strand around her finger. She wasn’t even paying attention to Emma, who was chatting beside her.

Like she wasn’t thinking about me at all.

I should have been relieved.

Instead, I hated it.

I hated the way she could just sit there, looking untouched, unaffected, while my entire body still ached from her. While my mind was still replaying everything we did last night, every sound, every gasp, every whispered command.

I squeezed my eyes shut and let Alex pull me closer, trying to drown myself in the feeling of his arm around me.

But it didn’t work.

It never worked.

The plane ride was even worse.

Kathrine sat across the aisle from me, one row ahead. Close enough to see. Close enough to feel.

I hated that I noticed the way she shifted in her seat, the way she ran a hand through her hair, the way she sighed softly before closing her eyes.

And I hated the moment our gazes met.

It was brief. Less than a second.

But it was enough.

My breath caught, my fingers dug into my palms, and then—just like that—she looked away.

Like I didn’t exist.

Like I wasn’t right here.

I clenched my jaw and turned to stare out the window, trying to focus on the clouds instead of the way my chest ached with something I didn’t want to name.

——-

Alex found me after we landed, walking beside me as I pulled my suitcase through the airport.

"You look like shit," he commented, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Thanks," I muttered.

"Rough trip?"

I glanced at him, debating whether to brush him off or tell him the truth.

Then I caught a glimpse of her a few feet ahead, standing with Emma, laughing at something on her phone.

The sound of it made something ugly twist inside me.

"I just want to go home," I muttered, looking away.

Alex studied me for a second but didn’t push.

"Car’s outside," he said instead. "Let’s get out of here."

——-

Carla was waiting when I walked through the front door.

"Welcome home, Glyndon," she said with a warm smile, taking my suitcase from me.

I nodded, kicking off my shoes. "Thanks, Carla."

"You must be exhausted. I’ll have something prepared for you to eat."

I barely heard her.

Because all I could think about was how empty my house felt.

How much I wished last night had never happened.

And how much I wished it had.

____

The sound of my alarm shattered the quiet, dragging me out of restless sleep.

I groaned, burying my face in the pillow, wishing I could stay in the dark just a little longer. But reality was cruel, and I couldn’t hide from it forever. Especially not today.

First day back home. First day back at school.

And worst of all? The first day of seeing her again.

I sighed and forced myself to sit up, the silk sheets slipping down my bare arms as the morning light spilled through the sheer curtains. My head was heavy, my body stiff, and my thoughts... well, they were a mess I didn’t want to deal with.

But the world didn’t stop just because I wanted it to.

With another sigh, I swung my legs over the side of the bed, my feet meeting the cold hardwood floor. A shiver ran through me, not just from the chill, but from the ghost of hands that weren’t here. Touches that weren’t real anymore.

I clenched my jaw and pushed the thought away.

Not now.

I made my way to the bathroom, flicking on the lights, and blinking against the sudden brightness. The mirror reflected someone who looked more exhausted than she had any right to be. My dark hair was a tangled mess, my eyes were rimmed with the kind of tiredness that sleep couldn’t fix, and my lips—God, I shouldn’t even look at them.

I knew what they still remembered.

Shaking my head, I turned the faucet on, letting the cold water run for a few seconds before splashing it on my face. The chill shocked me back to reality.

One breath in. One breath out.

I reached for my toothbrush, methodically brushing my teeth before stepping into the glass-walled shower. The hot water loosened my tense muscles, but it did nothing to wash away the weight pressing on my chest.

I stayed there longer than I should have, letting the steam fog up the mirror, delaying the inevitable.

Eventually, though, I had no choice but to step out.

By the time I wrapped a towel around myself and wiped a hand over the mirror, my expression was still the same. Still tense. Still guarded.

Still trying too hard to pretend.

I moved on autopilot, moisturizing, dabbing concealer under my eyes, applying just enough makeup to make it look effortless. My eyeliner was sharp, my lips a natural pink, my lashes long enough to cast shadows over my cheekbones.

Then came the uniform.

My usual rings slid onto my fingers with ease, the cool metal grounding me as I gave myself one last glance in the mirror.

Perfect. Cold. Untouchable.

Exactly how I needed to be.

Carla was already setting the dining table when I came downstairs.

"Good morning, Glyndon," she greeted with a warm smile.

I nodded. "Morning, Carla."

She pulled out a chair for me, gesturing toward the spread she had prepared. Fresh croissants, a cup of steaming black coffee, and a small bowl of berries. Simple, elegant, and just enough to keep me from feeling sick.

I sat down, picking up the coffee first, inhaling the scent before taking a slow sip. Carla moved around the kitchen with practiced ease, tidying up things that didn’t need tidying, probably just giving me space.

She knew me well enough to not pry.

"Alex is waiting outside," she said after a moment, giving me a knowing look.

I sighed but didn’t argue. Instead, I finished my coffee in a few more sips, ignored the croissant, and grabbed a handful of berries before standing.

"Thanks, Carla."

"Of course, Glyndon."

Alex’s car was parked in front of the house, sleek and black, the windows tinted. He was leaning against the hood, scrolling through his phone when I stepped outside. The moment he saw me, he smiled.

"Damn," he drawled. "You look alive this morning."

I rolled my eyes and yanked open the passenger door. "Drive."

He chuckled but slid into the driver’s seat, the engine purring to life as we pulled out of the long driveway.

For the first few minutes, neither of us spoke. The silence wasn’t uncomfortable, but Alex wasn’t exactly the type to let things stay quiet for long.

"So," he started, glancing at me, "how was Paris for you? I enjoyed but you don’t look like you did."

I kept my gaze out the window. "It was fine."

He huffed a laugh. "Sure it was."

I ignored him.

"So," he tried again, a little too amused for my liking, "did you and our favorite lesbo kill each other, or...?"

I clenched my jaw. "Don’t call her that."

"Oh?" His smirk widened. "Defensive, are we?"

"Shut up, Alex."

He chuckled but didn’t push it.

For a while, all I could hear was the low hum of the engine and the occasional tap of his fingers against the steering wheel.

Then—

"I have a little surprise for Kathrine today."

Something in my stomach twisted.

I didn’t look at him. "Should I ask?"

He grinned. "You’ll see."

I hated how that made me uneasy.

When we pulled into the school parking lot, our group was already gathered near the front steps.

Our groupd stood in their usual formation—effortlessly cool, effortlessly untouchable. The second they spotted us, Paige waved.

"Took you long enough," she called.

Alex grinned, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "Had to drag princess out of bed."

Paige smirked. "Bet she’s still jet-lagged from Paris."

I ignored them, my attention suddenly very elsewhere.

Because that’s when I saw her.

The deep purple motorcycle pulled into the lot like it owned the place.

Like she owned the place.

Kathrine didn’t even look at anyone as she parked, her movements effortless, her posture relaxed but unreadable. She pulled off her helmet, her long dark hair tumbling out as she ran a hand through it, completely unfazed by the way people were staring.

She didn’t care.

She never did.

I hated how my eyes lingered.

Hated how my stomach twisted when she stepped off the bike, her leather jacket hugging her frame, her lips slightly parted like she’d just been biting them.

Hated that I wanted—

"Damn," Paige muttered. "She doesn’t give a shit, does she?"

Jake snorted. "Has she ever?"

Alex hummed. "I doubt she’ll be so carefree after today."

That twisted feeling in my stomach came back.

Stronger this time.

I hated how fast my head turned toward Alex.

I hated how quickly the words left my mouth.

"What are you planning?"

He smirked, something dark flickering in his eyes.

And just like that, I realized—

I wasn’t going to like what happened next.

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