“You could spend some more time with me.”
“Yeah, like that’s a smart decision.”
He snickered. “Your words would hurt if I thought for even a second you believed them.”
I finished brushing my hair before piling it on top of my head. I secured it with my rubber band, then stormed over to the door. I ripped it open, taking stock of Clint’s towering form and raven hair, mussed and hanging over his eyes. I watched as those green orbs peeked out from underneath that thick head of hair. I watched as his grin grew into a salacious smile. He slipped beside me, inching me out of the bathroom before he closed the door.
Then he called out to me again.
“We could go back to the diner for some lunch.”
I scoffed. “In your dreams, Clint. I have to get to school. I’m not like you.”
He chuckled. “We could go to the park. Walk around. Spend a day on the beach!”
“You’re crazy. This has got to stop. And it stops now. I can’t keep doing this.”
The door ripped open. “Doing what?”
“Don’t you take that innocent tone with me, Clinton Clarke. This has to be done between us. Me, doing you.”
He grinned. “Come on. You don’t really want to do that. Why deny yourself such a good thing?”
“You’re trouble. That’s why.”
“Hell yeah, I am.”
I felt his eyes on me as I walked around his bedroom. I scooped my clothes off the floor, trying to quickly pull them on. I slid my brastraps up my shoulders, only for him to remove them again. I batted him away before I finally got it on, only for him to steal my pants. I shook my head at his tactics. At how he held my tank top over his head. I’d look like an idiot going to school in pajama pants and my cardigan, but it was the only choice I had.
I scoffed. “Clint. Cut it out. Give me my shirt.”
He shook his head. “I really don’t know why you want to cover up such a beautiful body.”
“Because I don't do trouble. I have plans. I have school, and you’re a distraction from that.”
He handed my shirt back. “I’ll take that as a compliment.”
I rolled my eyes. “Of course you would.”
“Why are you so bent out of shape over this? It’s just one day. We can head to school at lunch time.”
“Like the fun little entrance you made on
the first day of school? No thank you. All I need to do is get through our senior year, then I can focus on work.”
“You sound so boring. Where’s the fun Rae I had last night?”
I shook my head. “She’s gone. Dead. You fucked her into the mattress then suffocated her with your muscles.”
His eyebrows wiggled. “Will some CPR bring her back to life?”
I felt his hands fall against my waist and I batted him away. I slipped my cardigan over my shoulders, then looked around for my shoes.
“Aren’t you going to get dressed?” I asked.
“Oh, I’m not going to class.”
I paused. “Yes you are.”