Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 65: Car

Chapter 65: Car

-Glyndon Walton: ( Song of the Chapter: Gangsta by Kehlani

Something was wrong with Alex.

I knew it the moment he walked into the cafeteria, shoulders tense, jaw clenched, eyes darting around like he expected the walls to cave in on him.

Alex King never looked like that.

Alex King owned every room he walked into.

But today?

He looked like a man on the brink.

I narrowed my eyes as he slid into his usual seat at our table, barely acknowledging anyone. The usual cocky smirk was gone, replaced with something... hollow.

"Dude, what the hell is up with you?" John asked, nudging him. "You look like you saw a fucking ghost."

Alex barely reacted. Just reached for his drink with a stiff, almost mechanical movement.

Weird.

Weird.

But things only got worse from there.

"Alright," Jason said, cracking his knuckles. "Who’s pissing off Kathrine today?"

That was the new routine. Someone would always mess with her during lunch. Sometimes it was just a snide comment, sometimes it was a full-blown prank. That’s just how things worked.

But today?

Alex froze.

His grip on his drink tightened.

And then, in the strangest fucking moment of my life, he shook his head.

"No."

Silence.

We all turned to him like he had just announced he was running for class president.

"No?" John repeated, eyebrows shooting up. "What do you mean, no?"

Alex exhaled sharply, looking pissed that he had to explain himself. "I mean leave her alone."

Peter laughed. "Dude, what the fuck? Are you feeling okay?"

Alex’s jaw ticked. "I’m serious."

I blinked.

Was this a prank? Was he pranking us? Because there was no way—

"You’re the one who always starts shit with her," John reminded him, still looking amused. "And now you wanna play peacemaker?"

"I’m not playing anything," Alex snapped. "Just drop it."

The table went quiet.

John whistled low. "Damn. What the hell happened to you in the bathroom, man?"

I stiffened.

The bathroom.

Alex had run out of the hallway like a bat out of hell, locked himself in there for a solid fifteen minutes, and when he came out—

He was this.

A completely different person.

I leaned forward. "Alex."

He barely glanced at me, his fingers drumming anxiously against the table.

"What happened?" I asked slowly.

His expression shut down.

"Nothing," he said flatly.

Bullshit.

Alex never kept his mouth shut. If something was bothering him, he’d drag all of us down with him.

But now?

Now he was acting like he had just walked out of war.

I followed his gaze without thinking, scanning the cafeteria until I saw where he was looking.

My stomach dropped.

Kathrine.

She was sitting at her usual table with her friends, eating like she didn’t have a care in the world.

Like she hadn’t just turned Alex King into a different fucking person.

And when she lifted her head, locking eyes with him across the room—

She smirked.

My pulse pounded in my ears.

What the hell had she done?

———

I was still trying to wrap my head around whatever the hell had happened in the bathroom when we got to our next class.

Normally, Alex would have been the first one through the door, striding in like he owned the place. Instead, he walked in slowly, his shoulders tight, eyes flicking toward the back of the room where Kathrine’s usual seat was.

The seat he had vandalized.

I clenched my jaw. I had seen what he wrote. Everyone had.

Slurs, insults—his usual brand of cruelty, but worse. Harsher. Like he was trying to make her bleed with words alone.

Kathrine strolled in after him, completely unbothered, like she hadn’t been publicly humiliated yesterday. Like she hadn’t spent years dealing with his bullshit.

She didn’t hesitate. She walked straight up to Alex and—

Patted his shoulder.

I saw how his entire body go stiff.

The whole class went silent.

Alex tensed as he had just been electrocuted, his head snapping toward her so fast I thought his neck might break.

She smiled at him—sweet, almost amused. "You wouldn’t mind switching seats with me, right?"

Alex just stared.

Kathrine tilted her head. "I don’t want to sit in mine." Her voice lowered just enough that only we could hear. "Because you kind of messed it up."

The class was watching.

Waiting.

Expecting Alex to lash out, to laugh in her face, to do something, anything, except what he did.

He swallowed hard, looking like he might throw up. Then, in a voice so quiet it barely sounded like him, he said,

"...Sure. You can have mine."

What. The. Fuck.

Murmurs broke out immediately.

I heard a girl whisper, "What the hell is going on?"

Another, "Since when does Alex King back down?"

He didn’t give anyone time to process. He just grabbed his backpack, stood up, and walked stiffly across the room, sitting at Kathrine’s old desk.

The one covered in his own hateful words.

Kathrine slid into the seat next to me, unbothered as ever, and dumped her bag on the floor and slid her hand around my thigh.

I froze.

I watched her pull out her books like nothing had just happened like she hadn’t somehow broken Alex King in a single day.

Slowly, she turned her head toward me, catching my stare.

And then—

She smirked and tightened her hand on my thigh.

My stomach twisted.

Whatever had happened in that bathroom...

It had changed everything.

———

The school day ended, but the tension that had been brewing all day didn’t.

Alex barely made it two steps out of the building before he was cornered.

His friends closed in fast, forming a tight circle around him, their voices sharp, filled with disbelief.

"What the hell is wrong with you, dude?"

"What the fuck was that in class?"

"Why are you defending Kathrine all of a sudden?"

Alex ignored them.

He didn’t roll his eyes, didn’t smirk, didn’t throw out some cocky insult like he usually would. He just kept walking, his jaw clenched so tight I thought he might crack a tooth.

One of the guys grabbed his shoulder. "Alex, seriously. Talk."

Alex wrenched his arm away and snapped, "Fuck off."

His friends went dead silent.

I frowned. This wasn’t like him.

Alex never backed down from a fight. Never. And yet here he was, shutting them out, shutting me out, and I didn’t understand why.

Then, before anyone could question him further, someone else stepped into our space.

Kathrine.

She walked straight up to Alex, stopping just inches from his face, her expression unreadable.

The whole group fell into stunned silence, watching—waiting—expecting Alex to lash out at her like he always did.

But he didn’t.

He just looked at her, something dark and wary flickering in his eyes.

Kathrine smiled. Smirked. And then, in the sweetest voice imaginable, she said—

"You have such a nice car. You wouldn’t mind giving me a ride, would you?"

Every single one of us froze.

Alex didn’t move. Didn’t breathe.

Kathrine tilted her head, toying with the strap of her bag like she wasn’t saying something completely insane. "Actually," she mused, "I want to drive it around. You wouldn’t mind, right?"

No.

There was no way.

Alex does not let people drive his car.

He doesn’t even let me, his girlfriend, drive it. The person he supposedly loves.

Not his father. Not his mother.

No one.

And yet—

Alex’s fists clenched at his sides, his whole body vibrating with tension. He stared at Kathrine for a long moment, his jaw tightening

Then, in a voice so quiet, so defeated, he said

"Yes. Of course, you can."

And gave her the key.

The silence that followed was deafening.

I felt my stomach drop, my heart lurching into my throat as Kathrine plucked the key from his hand with a satisfied smile.

She twirled it between her fingers, eyes gleaming. "Good boy."

And then, just like that—

She walked away.

Alex stood frozen, fists clenched, looking like he had just sold his soul.

And all I could think was—

What the fuck just happened?

What the actual fuck is going on?"

"Dude, are you seeing this?"

"What the hell is wrong with you, Alex?"

His friends were losing it.

And I couldn’t blame them.

Because right in front of us—right in the middle of the school parking lot—Kathrine was behind the wheel of Alex’s car.

Not just driving it.

Fucking drifting it.

The tires screeched as she pulled a sharp turn, the car swerving dangerously before she straightened it out like she’d been driving the damn thing for years.

My heart nearly stopped when she accelerated, then slammed the brakes so hard the car jerked forward before coming to a clean halt.

Everyone around us was gaping. Staring. Phones out. Recording.

And Alex?

Alex was just standing there.

Silent. Still.

But his whole body was trembling.

His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles had turned white, his shoulders stiff, his chest rising and falling like he was struggling to breathe.

I took a step toward him. "Alex—"

"It’s fine."

His voice was hoarse.

Barely there.

Like he was on the verge of breaking down.

Like he wanted to scream. Or maybe cry.

And I had never—never—seen Alex King like this.

Kathrine pulled up in front of us, rolled down the window, and shot Alex the smuggest grin I’d ever seen in my life.

"Damn, King. This baby drives smooth."

Alex swallowed hard, his jaw locked so tight it looked painful.

"Glad you’re enjoying it," he muttered.

A smirk tugged at her lips as she sauntered up to Alex, her boots crunching against the pavement, her hands casually tucking into the pockets of her leather jacket.

She stopped right in front of him.

Looked him up and down.

And then, with zero hesitation—zero fear—zero respect—

She reached out—

And patted his fucking head.

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