“You’re nothing to me.” I shoved my way past him and scanned the seats for Brock. It took me a minute of searching before I spotted them near the back of the auditorium.
I sunk into my seat next to Mads. “Girl, you look hung the fuck over.”
My hands shook. I shoved them under my legs. “Carter has the kind of effect on me.”
She shuddered. “Shit, he has that effect on most girls. Except for maybe Ava.”
I followed her line of sight, seeing Carter take a seat next to the Queen B herself. Porter and Shawn were in the same row. Carter leaned close to Ava, whispering something in her ear. Ava said something back, a satisfied smirk on her painted lips.
Mads crossed her legs, a look of disgust on her face. “Nothing good can come out of that pairing. Please tell me they’re not fucking.”
I scrunched my nose. “How would I know?”
“Rumor is, she and her groupies are no longer standby girls.”
The whole concept of having girls to hook up with was disgusting. “Good,” I said.
Mads’s eyes jerked back to mine. “Things are changing around here, and it is all because of you.”
“Wonderful,” I muttered as Principal Wallis took the stage.
* * *
Brock pulled me into his lap, his fingers lingering over my hips. I turned my head toward him, my eyes resting on that too gorgeous face. “What are you doing?” I asked shortly, despite the ache his touch started inside me.
“Setting a precedent,” he said with a deliberate sneer to his lips.
His familiar heat pulled at me, and I could feel myself leaning into him. “And that is lap dances in the lunchroom? Which I am most definitely not doing, by the way.”
He chuckled as one of his fingers hooked into one of the belt loops on my skirt. “That’s not a bad idea, Firefly.”
Mads scrunched her nose as she sat across from us at the table. “Gross. Can we not do this while I’m eating?”
I had to agree with Mads. This wasn’t a lunch-worthy conversation. But my body was likelet's get it on.
“I think you might be onto something,” Micah added, grinning like a fool. “Imagine all the stress it could relieve in between classes.”
Relaxing against Brock’s chest, I rolled my eyes. “If you have stress to deal with, hit the weight room,” I suggested, lacing my fingers with Brock’s for two reasons. First, because I wanted to touch him. Second, to keep his hand from going other places.
Grayson shook his head. “Why is it the moment Josie is around, the conversation somehow always turns to sex?”
“Because your sister is fucking hot.”
Brock’s eyes blazed at Micah as he kicked him under the table. Micah only laughed.
My lips twitched as I caught Micah’s sparkling light blue gaze. “You guys realize this is not normal.”
Micah shoved a handful of fries into his mouth. “Talking about sex?”
Someone shoot me.
Mads snorted a laugh. I had a feeling my friend wasn’t as over Micah as she liked to believe. No one laughed at Micah’s jokes but Micah.
“At Public, you’d never get away with having a girl on your lap. The teachers shut down the first signs of PDA. No kissing. No touching. No lap sitting,” I said, shifting purposely in Brock’s lap. He made a small groan that caused my lips to twitch at the corners. If he planned to make me sit on top of him the entire lunch period, then he would suffer for it.
“Public sounds like a drag,” Micah groaned.
Fynn shrugged, a hint of a smile on his lips. “Your normal is not everyone’s.”