“It’s not right.” Thea beats me by doubling down before I can snipe at her. She licks her lips, darting her gaze to me. I’m reminded of the encounter in front of our houses, when she told me off. It was cute then, but it’s not now, here at school where she can publicly defy us. Her focus shifts back to Devlin and the rest of our crew hovering behind us. “So please stop.”
Releasing a ruthless laugh, I lean close to her, clamping a hand over her wrist so she can’t escape. Her sugary scent is intoxicating and I shift closer, whispering in her ear. “What’s wrong, neighbor? Were you jealous we weren’t paying you any attention? Your secret is how badly you want someone to pay attention to you, isn’t it?”
She sucks in a breath, pinning me with her big doe eyes, stretched wide with embarrassed horror.
That’s right, sweetness. I know everything. I’ve got your fucking number.
Literally. I smother a snort.
“You want attention?” I mutter. “I’ll give you what you want.”
Thea drags the cuffs of her blazer over her hands. Her face is flaming red. I lean back in my chair, smirking. Pulling out my phone, I kick my feet up on the bar on the back of her seat.
Our teacher bustles in, always with that grating go-getter vibe.
Coleman is in his late twenties, with clean-cut thick brown hair, a strong chin, and matching dimples when he turns a proud smile on the girls he calls on the most in class. He’s playing at perfect all-American dreamboat, but I’m not buying his act. He’s a try-hard phony if I’ve ever seen one. He turned up out of nowhere in the middle of the year in tenth grade and had the girls panting after him right away. It’s always irritated me that Coleman doesn’t take my rep seriously, but I haven’t found anything on the guy to show him what I’m capable of, like the man is a ghost.
Or he’s great at covering his tracks. Whatever the case is, I’ll uncover it.
There has to be something serious for all the falsehoods he protects himself with.
“Let’s get started,” Coleman says.
Instead of paying attention to him, I pull up my messages.
Thea acts all perfect and innocent, when really she’s as much of a corrupt deviant as any of us, and I’ve got the proof right on my phone from this morning when I got her worked up before school, and again before first period because I wanted to know how far I could push her.
If Wyatt can text Thea before first period and she sneaks off to a secluded spot to respond, what will she do if her secret sext buddy messages her in the middle of class? Time to find out. I click into our message thread, the corner of my mouth hitching up at the last message from her saying she was late for class and had to go.
Connor: Can’t stop thinking about the sounds you made this morning. Your sweet little moans get me so hard, baby. I need to hear you all breathy and on the edge of falling apart again. Want to play a game?
A squeak sounds from Thea. She hunches her shoulders to hide her phone from the teacher as he explains the reading assignment. My cell vibrates.
Thea: Omg I’m in class right now!! [flustered emoji]
Connor: Be bad with me. I promise it’ll be fun. Just lean back in your desk, spread those pretty legs and show me what color panties you’re wearing.
Connor: Unless you’re not wearing any, you naughty girl.
I shift in my seat, getting myself going from toying with her. My dick is half hard at the thought of her doing it. I flick my gaze between the text conversation and her back, inhaling when she sinks into her chair a few inches and slides both her hands beneath the desk.
Shit. I didn’t think she’d actually do it. We’re in the middle of class and I’ve got Thea Kennedy taking an upskirt photo. The sense of illicit mischief courses through me and I bite my lip to hide my pleased expression.
My pulse thumps in my ears as I watch every tiny shift of her body, until her legs widen slightly. Then my phone vibrates. Rolling my lips between my teeth, I check it discreetly. It’s grainy and dimly lit, but I can make out dainty scalloped yellow lace.
She did that. She fucking did that. For me, during class, with Coleman strolling around the classroom.
A burst of lust mixed with pride rushes through me.
Connor: Good girl. Or should I say, bad girl? [smirk emoji]
Connor: Mm, baby girl, I want to come find you during the day at your school, pull your panties aside, fuck you good and hard until I cream in you, then smack that thick ass and leave you knowing I’ll be in you all day.
Thea muffles another strangled yelp, crossing her legs tightly. It’s too fun to mess around with her like this, to get her hot right under everyone’s noses.
Our game is interrupted when Coleman pauses by Thea’s desk as he strolls around the class and directs his question at her. “Can anyone give me their thoughts on the use of literary devices in the text?”
“I—uh, yes, I…” Thea trails off, flipping through her notebook, voice trembling. In her fumbling, she knocks the book we’re reading off the desk.