ChapterThirteen
NADIA
I think I might have bombed that final. Okay, not bombed, but I didn’t give it my all. Is it terrible that I don’t really care? I’ve never loved school or the structure of it. I enjoy reading and learning things, but the pull to college has never been there. Two weeks ago, I thought it might be my only option because it would be a way to get out of my sister and her new husband's hair. They never asked me to leave, but they’re starting a family together. Kat has spent so much of her life taking care of me. She deserves to have something of her own.
Now I’m wondering if I've found someone who will be my forever too. Watching my sister and Luke fall madly in love so quickly made me ache for the same. The way Luke stares at my sister is all a girl could ever hope for.
I pop a grape into my mouth as I check my phone to see if I have any new texts from Walsh. My sister somehow had a new one delivered to the house first thing.
Thinking about Walsh, I have to squeeze my legs together to try and find some relief. This morning was so intense. I can’t imagine what it will be like when it’s only him and me in a bed with no time limits. Excitement bubbles up inside of me, and I hate that I’m only halfway through the day.
I’m tucked away in my normal spot in the library where I always have lunch and then read a book or get ahead on my homework, but everything is pretty much wrapped up. I’m days away from graduation, so now all I have to do is finish exams.
I smile when I see I have two texts from Walsh.
Walsh: I miss you
Walsh: Be a good girl and send me a picture of you
Heat blooms through my body when he calls me a good girl. I almost orgasmed on the spot when he said it to me this morning. Picking up the phone, I snap a few pictures of myself and then check through them before sending the best one.
“What’s that smile for?” I glance up to see Kyle standing there.
“Hi,” I say, forcing myself to be pleasant with him. He’s Walsh’s son, and I know that Walsh and I can’t be a secret forever. Though we should maybe wait a while before telling everyone.
“Hi? That’s what you have to say to me?” He suddenly lunges across the table and snatches my phone out of my hand.
“Give that back.” I jump up from my seat, ready to take it from him.
“Sit your ass down or everyone in the school will know what a fucking slut you are.” I drop down in my chair as his words smack me in the face. He flicks through my phone, and my heart pounds. He knows.
“Kyle, I’m sorry.” I’m not sure what else to say.
“Oh, you’re going to be sorry.” He shakes his head as he keeps scrolling through my phone. “You were lucky I was even giving you attention. Everyone else around here ignores you.” I bite my lip to keep from saying his daddy doesn’t ignore me. In fact, his daddy seems to like everything about me. “This is bullshit.”
“I really am sorry, Kyle. The thing with your dad and me—”
“He’s not my dad, he’s my uncle. But yeah he’s been like a dad to me.” Wait, Walsh isn’t a father? I relish that for a moment as I think that I could be the only woman to ever carry his babies. “Or he tried to be. Instead he goes and takes what’s mine.”
Did he say what’s his? As in me? “Kyle, we weren’t a thing. You barely talk to me at school and—”
“Yeah, if I showed you attention, the other guys around here might notice and start sniffing around you for themselves.” He places his hands on the table. “You let him fuck you, didn’t you? Did you give him your cherry?” He glares at me, and I shake my head no. I’m not sure I could form words right now if I wanted to. “This is done. Over with.”
He pulls my phone back out and slides it across the table to me. Is he talking about him and me or Walsh and me? I don’t think he has a say in that. In fact, this is better than I thought. Walsh isn’t Kyle’s dad. That makes sense because Walsh and Kyle are nothing alike. I can’t see Walsh raising a son to be like this asshole.
Kyle pulls out his own phone with a smug expression on his face. My heart starts to pound so hard I’m sure everyone can hear it, but no one is paying attention. My little corner of the library is tucked away. My phone starts to go off, and I see texts from Kyle pop up. I already know from the look on his face he’s got something I’m not going to want to see.
Knowing I don’t have much of a choice, I reach out and click the messages. My stomach drops when I see pictures of Walsh and me from this morning. “Please,” I whisper as tears sting my eyes.
“This would be embarrassing for your sister’s husband. He’s a well-respected businessman. Not to mention I’m sure Walsh’s career would be ruined. Fooling around with a girl still in high school? You might be eighteen, but you’re still teenage pussy.” I gasp at his crudeness.
It’s so different when Walsh says dirty things to me. This is cruel. “What do you want?”
“I want you.”
I’m already shaking my head before he’s even finished. “I’m not having sex with you.”
“No, but you can break things off with Walsh and tell him you made a mistake. You can tell him you want to be with me.” Kyle has lost his freaking mind. I think more than anything it’s his ego and pride that’s on the line. “What will it be?”