Chapter 15
Tanner
I’m standing by the statue in front of the school waiting on Skittles. Only two more weeks left in this hell hole. I bring out my phone, and scroll through Facebook, trying to ignore the weird kid to my right who keeps muttering satanic slurs in my direction.
“Hey Tanner.” Asher, the head honcho of the “in” crowd saunters over to me.
“Hello Asher.” I smile.
He’s the picture perfect rich boy. Not a hair out of place with his panty dropping smile.
“You hear about Preston’s party Saturday?” He leans casually against the statue.
“I heard.” I nod and stuff my phone in my jean shorts.
What’s the freaking hold up Skittles?
“I was thinking, you could go with me. I can show you a good time.” He bites his lip as he eye fucks me in front of my face.
“I’m sure you could, Asher.” I deadpan and glance around him at the parking lot.
He leans up from the statue and steps to me. “Come on Tanner. I know you don’t know anyone here.” He reaches up and brushes a finger along the side of my breast through my tank top. “When’s the last time you were properly fucked?”
“Tanner.” The gruff voice causes Asher to step back, and we both turn our heads to his direction.
Maverick.
“Is he bothering you?” His face is emotionless.
I glance at Asher. “No. He’s not bothering me."
Maverick’s fists are clenching at his sides and my eyes flicker to Asher who gives me a look of appreciation. Yeah, you’re welcome asshole.
“Bye Asher.” I pass Maverick and take off down the sidewalk towards the parking lot.
“So about Saturday?” He calls out.
“She has plans.” Maverick catches up to me and lays a possessive hand on my lower back.
I shrug. “Sorry, the boss has spoken.”
He grunts but doesn’t move his hand until we round the corner.
“Ok, you can stop the fatherly act.” I roll my eyes.
“Fatherly, right,” he scoffs.
“I had it under control.”
He reaches for the helmet. “So were you just going to let him “properly fuck you” right there on the spot?”
I jerk the helmet from his hands. “I can handle guys like Asher.”
“I didn’t like how he was touching you,” he says as he pulls out a cigarette.
“It’s a tobacco free campus,” I mutter as he lights it.
He takes a drag and I pull on my helmet. “You don’t have to like it. It’s really none of your business what I do with my body.”