If I have to sit through an entire class like this, I’m going to end up with another assault charge to cover up. Thea will probably be the one to call the police this time, just like her Mom. Yeah, fuck this. I explode from my seat.
Coleman drops the pretense and stares at me with contempt, like I’m a bug under his boot he wants to crush. Feeling’s mutual, asshole.
“Mr. Bishop,” he snaps coldly. “You’re disrupting—”
“Fuck off,” I bite back. “I’m out of here.”
“If you leave class, you’ll earn detention.”
Boo fucking hoo. I’ll have Devlin erase it, or I’ll do it myself with Dad’s access credentials. Tossing up my hands, I make my way to the door, kicking Thea’s bag out of the way. The door slams hard behind me, blanketing me in blissful silence.
It’s broken by Thea’s muffled squeak. I hear her through the door, like my stupid body is attuned to her. I stomp away from class, not interested in listening to her try to get class back on track.
She’s messing with my head too much. This isn’t good. If I can’t keep a level head, my strategizing flies out the window.
Thea was hiding everything under her wholesome homespun wrapping. The desire for her is twisting me up and clouding my judgement. She’s got an ass I want to take a fucking bite out of, luscious curves I could lose myself in, thighs I want to bury my head between and live there for eternity, and full tits I need in my hands or my mouth at all times. Like, damn. She is fine as fuck underneath those frumpy ass granny sweaters and her wallflower demeanor.
But behind it all, she’s as much of a liar as anyone else. Because she’s not really a wallflower, not with the way she challenges me. She’s not shy and wholesome when I can see how she looks at Coleman.
My jaw aches from how hard I clench my teeth. The back of my neck is boiling hot.
The door opens and closes behind me. I don’t turn around.
“Connor.” Thea has to shuffle double time to catch up to my long strides. Her breath is short. “Connor, wait!”
I whirl on her, eating up her startled yelp. “What are you doing here, little mouse? Shouldn’t you be in class like a good girl?”
The fear clears from her face, replaced by stubbornness. I hate that it excites me. That I’m anticipating her fight.
Want outweighs logic when it comes to her every time.
“I was worried. You didn’t seem okay back there, and I haven’t seen you since this morning when you walked past me without saying anything.” She takes a step closer and puts her hand on my arm tentatively, like I’m a wild animal that might bite her. Smart. I am wild and I will bite her. “Are you all right? Do you need—”
I grab her shoulders and push her back until she bumps into the lockers, caged by my body. “What I need?” A dark laugh escapes me and I lean in. “I need you to stop with this innocent act. You’re quite the vixen behind the nerdy exterior, huh?” I close the distance even more, leaving almost no room between us, growling, “I bet you think about being Coleman’s teacher’s pet, sitting on his desk with your legs spread for him. That make your pussy wet? You better not have fantasized about our teacher while you were my favorite little secret, and you damn well better not do it now. He can’t have you, little mouse. You’re all mine.”
This is insane. I know I’m acting crazy and possessive, but this is what she does to me. It’s impossible to control. I don’t understand why she throws me off my game when no other girl has ever gotten me this hung up before.
Does she know the effect she has on me? Is this on purpose? I’ve been so tangled up, I kept forgetting to remember the strong possibility of her playing me while I was focused on the board, planning my next five moves.
“Mr. Coleman?! W-what, I’m not—I wasn’t thinking—” She can babble all she wants. I don’t miss the way her pupils dilate. She claws at my shirt in her blustering protest. “Why do you always say the most depraved things when you’re jealous? Is your ego that fragile? I’m not even your real girlfriend, you territorial ass.”
Liar, liar, pants on fucking fire, Thea Kennedy.
I chuckle, the sound rough and dangerous. That damn sugar-sweet scent is intoxicating.
Thea looks at my lips. A growl rips from my throat and I crash our mouths together, kissing her hard. She lets out a surprised sound, then melts into me as my tongue swipes over her mouth. God, her taste. It’s better than I pictured. I release a tortured groan as she lets me in, kissing her deeper. My hands slide down her arms and I hold her waist, crushing her body to mine.
It’s so much better than what I imagined.
The kiss is hot and demanding. She’s a little clumsy at first, unfamiliar with the movements, but she kisses me back and that’s all that matters. I cup her face, tilting her head and her arms wrap around my neck.
I’m beyond screwed because Thea Kennedy is an ocean I would gladly drown myself in.
The anger bleeds away, lost to the oblivion of glossy pink lips. It’s never faded so fast before.
This calming effect she has on me pushes past every one of my defenses. It demands more of me than I’ve given anyone, even my closest friends.
A door slamming in the distance brings us back to reality. I don’t know how long we made out for, but I want more. She tastes sweeter than the sugary way she smells.