She gets up and crosses the room to stand in front of me. Slicking her tongue over her lower lip, she puts a hand on the outside of each of her tits and pushes them together so they practically spill out of the top of her uniform. “Come on, Micah. You know you miss these.”
She hadn’t said so directly, but that was definitely a dig at Daphne.
I take a deep breath, trying to calm myself, but she doesn’t take it that way.
“I know. Hard to resist when Double D doesn’t have them for you to play with.” She gives her breasts another squeeze before dropping her arms to finger the hemline of her super short white skirt. “We can yank this up around my waist, and I’ll let you bend me over. How about that?”
My jaw locks as I stare at this girl who I used to take pleasure from. It used to be fun. No big thing. She was only ever supposed to be an outlet for me—and that’s what she’d agreed to. She knew I never wanted a real relationship with her.
But the way she’s looking at me now isn’t in good fun. She knows this will piss me off and she’s doing it on purpose.
“I’m going to say it one more time. You need to go. I’m not interested. I’m with Daphne. The entire school knows you and I aren’t dating. Hell, most of them have always known we weren’t really together. Leave me the fuck alone and lay off of Daphne. I know you sent that text message out to the whole fucking school today. Whatever you’re planning, don’t. If you want any chance of ever staying friends, don’t do this.”
Alora smirks. “She’s no good for you, Micah. She’s a skinny, boobless nerd. The two of you have nothing in common.”
That’s where she’s wrong. In a short time, Daphne knows me better than most. We’re a perfect match. None of that matters, though, not to Alora. “That’s what you choose to see.” I flick my finger between the two of us, getting increasingly frustrated. “Whatever thing we had is over. Done!” I shout, throwing my arms out.
“Oh, bullshit, Micah. We’re perfect together. Star football player? Cheerleader? Come on. And I know you haven’t forgotten how good I ride your cock.”
“It’s in the past. Now leave.” My lips flatten into a line as I try to control my temper.
She sneers at me. “Don’t think I won’t show everyone that video.”
“You can’t hold that video over my head forever. And Daphne? She knows it exists.”
“No. You’re right. I can’t. But I sure as hell can show it to everyone.” She shoves me on her way past, her face full of fury. “I hope you’re ready for this. Everyone else seems to be. They’re all just waiting for eleven.” She gives me the nastiest look right before she whips my door open and storms out.
As I listen to her stomp down the stairs, regret washes over me. What the fuck have I done? She’s the revenge texter, so how do I stop her?