Sins Of Her Venom
Chapter 74: Playing With Fire

Chapter 74: Playing With Fire

- Kathrine Andrews: ( Song of the Chapter: House Of The Balloons by The Weeknd)

I swung my leg over my motorcycle, throwing the helmet on my head, gripping the handles as I prepared to start the engine to head home when I heard footsteps approaching me.

I turned my head slightly, already knowing who it was before she even spoke.

"Hey, Kat."

Savannah.

She smiled at me, her curly hair catching the late afternoon sun, eyes bright with something playful, something teasing.

"Hey," I said, forcing a smile.

"You ride this thing every day?" she asked, resting her hand on the seat behind me.

Since she already knows how good I am at Hockey and knows that I’m gay and get bullied for it at school, I am pretty sure she already knows the answer to her question.

So, I guess I will just humor her.

"Yeah, I do."

"That’s hot, I like Motorcycle, but I have never tried riding one," she admitted with a little laugh, then bit her lip. "Do you ever take passengers?"

I already knew where this was going.

I let out a breath, leaning back slightly. "I wish, but I don’t have an extra helmet. Maybe next time."

It was the perfect excuse. I didn’t want to give her a ride. I didn’t want her arms wrapped around me, pressing against my back. That was already happening too much in my head with someone else.

But Savannah didn’t seem discouraged.

"I don’t mind," she said. "It’s just a short ride around the parking lot."

I opened my mouth, about to tell her no again—nicely this time—but then something caught my eye.

Or rather, someone.

Glyndon Walton.

She stood a few feet away, leaning against the side of her boyfriend’s car, arms crossed, her entire group around her. Alex was talking, but she wasn’t listening. She was staring.

At me.

Her face was unreadable at first, but then I saw it—the tension in her shoulders, the slight clench of her jaw, the way her fingers curled into her sleeves like she was stopping herself from reacting.

She was pissed.

At me.

And that? That was beautiful.

I turned back to Savannah, a slow, wicked smirk pulling at my lips.

"Maybe next time for the ride since I’m in a bit of a hurry to go home," I said smoothly. "But... you busy tonight?"

Savannah’s eyes lit up. "Depends."

"On what?"

"On whether you are asking me out on a date or not."

I could still feel Glyndon’s gaze burning into my skin, and I didn’t hesitate.

"I am," I said. "I’ll come pick you up. Send me your address, and I’ll bring an extra helmet this time."

Savannah grinned, practically bouncing on her feet. "Perfect. I’ll see you tonight, then."

Then, before I could react, she stepped closer and wrapped her arms around me in a quick hug.

I froze for half a second, then casually patted her back before she pulled away and walked off, humming to herself like she’d just won the lottery.

I exhaled, shaking my head. I feel guilty for leading her on, knowing damn well I can’t get a certain rich princess out of my head.

The moment I glanced back toward Glyndon?

Her face was red.

Not from the sun.

Not from embarrassment.

From rage.

Her jaw was tight, lips pressed together, hands clenched at her sides.

She looked like she wanted to kill me.

And fuck—that was amazing.

It made the whole thing worth it.

——-

I should be enjoying this date.

Savannah looked gorgeous under the warm glow of the restaurant lights, her curly hair styled in soft waves, her eyes bright with excitement as she leaned across the table, twirling the straw in her drink. She was talking—about what, I wasn’t exactly sure, because my mind was barely here.

I nodded when I was supposed to, smirked at all the right moments, and even teased her a little when she flirted, but none of it felt real. It felt like a performance.

Because the only thing running through my head was her.

Glyndon Walton.

The way she glared at me earlier, the way her hands twitched like she was holding herself back from marching over and ruining the moment. The way her face flushed, the way she couldn’t hide that rage.

She hated it.

And I loved that she hated it.

But now, sitting here with Savannah, eating overpriced food I barely tasted, I realized something else—I wasn’t enjoying this.

I wasn’t here.

Every time Savannah leaned in closer, I thought of someone else’s body heat.

Every time she laughed, I heard someone else’s voice.

Every time she touched my hand, I felt someone else’s fingers trailing up my arm.

I clenched my jaw and forced a smirk. "You were saying?"

Savannah tilted her head, playfully narrowing her eyes. "You weren’t listening, were you?"

"Of course I was," I lied smoothly.

She leaned forward, resting her chin on her hand, lips curling. "Then what was I talking about?"

Fuck.

I had no clue.

I exhaled and shook my head. "Alright, you caught me."

She laughed, tapping her nails on the table. "Well, at least you’re honest. You’re different than I expected, you know."

I raised a brow. "Oh?"

"Yeah. You have this whole intimidating thing going on at school. Kind of untouchable, kind of dangerous."

I smirked. "And now?"

She leaned back, eyes running over me. "You’re still intimidating. But I think I like it."

I huffed a short laugh, shaking my head.

This girl was nice. Pretty. Fun. And if I weren’t completely fucked in the head, I might’ve wanted to be here with her.

Instead, I was counting the seconds until this was over.

—

The ride to her house was quick. The wind rushed past us as she clung to my back, arms around my waist, but all I could think about was how wrong it felt.

It wasn’t her.

It wasn’t Glyndon.

I gritted my teeth, gripping the handles harder, pushing the speed just a little more.

When I pulled up to her house, Savannah slid off the bike with a bright smile. "That was fun. You’re a really good rider."

"Thanks," I said, resting my hands on my thighs.

She hesitated, shifting on her feet. Then, before I could react, she stepped closer.

And kissed me.

Her lips were soft, and warm, moving against mine in a way that should’ve been enjoyable.

But all I felt was nothing.

I didn’t kiss back. Didn’t pull her closer. Didn’t feel the rush of excitement that I knew I should be feeling.

Instead, my mind betrayed me again—flashing to another kiss.

One that stole the breath from my lungs.

One that burned.

One that made me need.

One that tasted like her.

Savannah pulled back, smiling. "I had a great time."

I forced a smirk. "Yeah. Me too."

Another lie.

She stepped back, giving me one last lingering look before heading inside.

I watched her go.

Then, with a sharp exhale, I ran a hand through my hair, gripping the strands, and muttered to myself.

What the fuck am I doing?

——-

The next day at the cafeteria of school, I barely noticed the way time passed as I sat at the table with Savannah.

At first, I was just doing this to distract myself, to get out of my head and stop thinking about a certain short, annoying, rage-filled girl. But somewhere between Savannah’s teasing smirks and her interesting stories, I found myself engaged.

I didn’t even realize I had leaned in, elbows resting on the table, until she laughed at something I said, her fingers brushing against mine.

"Wow, I didn’t think you’d be this fun to talk to," she said, tilting her head.

I scoffed, smirking. "And what exactly did you think?"

She gave a slow, amused shrug. "Mysterious, brooding, maybe a little scary."

I hummed. "I like that." I don’t.

She laughed again, then glanced at her drink. "I’m gonna grab a snack. Want anything?"

"Nah, I’m good."

With one last smile, she stood up and walked off toward the vending machines, leaving me to lean back in my seat, still feeling a little light from the conversation.

Then, I heard it.

"Do you guys notice how Glyndon is watching Kat?"

Ryan’s whisper cut through my thoughts, making my spine stiffen.

I blinked, looking up.

And there she was.

Across the cafeteria, Glyndon sat with her group, her fingers clenched tight around her fork, her jaw locked, her eyes burning into me like she wanted to set me on fire.

I felt my pulse in my throat.

Her grip on the fork tightened, her knuckles turning white.

She looked pissed.

And I had no idea if it was because of Savannah—or because she knew I saw her watching.

A slow smirk curled onto my lips.

I knew exactly what to do with this information.

——

As soon as lunch ended, I grabbed my bag and made my way down the hall, still feeling the heat of Glyndon’s glare lingering on my skin.

Savannah had been fun—easy to talk to, easy to flirt with—but the moment I walked away from the cafeteria, my mind started slipping back to her.

I hated that.

I hated how she could do that to me without even trying.

My boots echoed down the hallway as I passed the boys’ locker room. The place was quiet and empty—most of the guys were still outside, probably messing around on the field.

Then, out of nowhere—

A hand clamped around my wrist.

Before I could react, I was yanked inside, the heavy door shutting behind me.

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