I nod an apology to the teacher, who pauses for a brief second when I enter before diving back into the day’s lesson. My hands tremble as I slide into my seat, and tears sting the backs of my eyes, threatening to spill over at any moment.
I don’t know what bothers me more—learning that this really is just a game to Zayden or the fact that I let myself hope that it was something more.
When Zayden enters the classroom a couple of minutes later, I don’t make any attempt to look at him. His scent invades my nostrils as he glides past me, and even though I’m so mad at him and myself for what just transpired in the hallway, it doesn’t stop me from breathing him in as deeply as my lungs will allow.
I guess I really am a glutton for punishment….
ZAYDEN
I THROW MY BOOTED feet up on the chair in front of me and watch as students come in droves into the cafeteria. Some head for the lunch line, while others join their cliquey groups at their usual tables. I roll my eyes when a couple of cheerleaders prance by in their uniforms and a group of guys whistle and jeer at them. Of course, the girls eat up the attention; flipping their blonde hair over their shoulders, pushing out their tits, and casting the guys a come-fuck-me look.
Behind them, Tiffany walks in. I bite back a curse when she immediately sets her eyes on me. I really need to start spending my lunches outside with the potheads; thirty-degree weather be damned. I’m in no fucking mood to deal with her today.
Being the cheer captain, she’s also decked out in her cheer uniform. Tonight is a rival basketball game between Parkview and Westerland, so there’s a prep rally at the end of the school day to pump up the team. Parkview High has always been very competitive when it comes to sports.
“Hey, Z,” Tiffany croons, plopping her ass down on my lap, as if it’s her place to do so, when it sure as fuck isn’t. The bitch knows this too, because I’ve told her multiple times.
I grab her waist, about to shove her ass to the floor, when I feel an intense stare on me. I glance toward the doorway and find a pair of angry brown eyes drilling holes in my skull. I don’t know if her ire is left over from what happened in the hallway yesterday or from the girl currently occupying my lap. I decide to find out. Grabbing Tiffany’s waist, I pull her closer to me instead of pushing her away. My lips quirk up into a smirk when her glare intensifies.
Yep, Rylee doesn’t like Tiffany snuggled up to me. Jealousy is a bitch, but I find I like it on Rylee.
“God!” Tiffany draws out the word. “I can’t believe Mr. Bernard gave us homework on a game night.”
Her whining grates on my nerves, and my fingers twitch to get her the fuck off me, but there’s something I want more. If I can’t have Rylee sitting on my dick, then the next best thing is seeing her green with envy, wishing it were her in my lap. She can deny it all she wants. The look in her eyes says she’s visualizing scratching Tiffany’s eyes out and sliding into her place.
“Are you even listening to me, Z?”
I peel my eyes off Rylee and look at Tiffany’s made-up face.
“It’s five fucking questions, Tiffany. I think you can manage,” I tell her with as much patience as I can muster.
Her bottom lip sticks out into a pout. “Yeah, but it’s the point. He knows our focus needs to be on the game and not some dumb questions about what the government did a hundred years ago.”
Yeah, because it’s the cheer team who works their asses off to win each game. Give me a fucking break.
Her eyes light up and a smile creeps across her face. “I’ll get Neville to do it for me.”
I grunt. Neville, the smartest guy in the school, is a pathetic fool who follows Tiffany around like a lovesick puppy, no matter how shitty she treats him.
Oliver slides into the seat beside me, a sated look in his eyes. His hair is mussed up and there’s a huge red mark on the side of his neck. He slouches in his chair, his knees falling open.
“I see Karla finally found you,” Tiffany snarks with a giggle.
He offers her a lazy grin. “She sure as fuck did. Cornered me in the bathroom.”
“Eww….” She wrinkles her nose. “You fucked her in the bathroom?”
“Nope.” He tosses a handful of Red Hots into his mouth. “But she did blow me,” he finishes with a wink.
“Gross. That’s even worse.”
“Whatever, Tiff. It’s not like you haven’t been on your knees in the boy’s bathroom before.”
I know for a fact she’s been on her knees in the boy’s bathroom. The first disastrous blowjob she gave me was in the boy’s bathroom.
She nibbles on the tip of one of her manicured nails for a moment. Her eyes slide to me before she shrugs.
A peel of laughter has the three of us looking over at Rylee’s table. She has her hand over her mouth, her face red from whatever she found funny. Her eyes dart around the room, noticing she’s drawn attention to herself, and her face becomes an even darker shade of red. Her eyes briefly dart to mine, but just as quickly she looks away.