Chapter 5

The "CC" tattoo on Cecil's neck burned into my eyes, and tears threatened to fall.

I bit down on my tongue, forcing myself not to cry, and yanked my hand away.

Cecil lost his balance and fell into the snow.

"Conquering a trust fund brat like you was fun for a while, but I'm sick of it now. Looking at you pisses me off," I said.

"Cecil," I leaned in and whispered in his ear, "groveling like a dog makes you look pathetic."

With that, I strode away without a backward glance.

When I was a sophomore in high school,…