I dig into the pocket of my jeans and pull out my phone before chuckling to myself as I know exactly how this is going to go down.
Jackson – You’re so fucking gorgeous. I can’t wait to get you alone and show you exactly what you’ve been missing out on. Maybe I’ll start from the top and work my way down. Do you like your neck kissed? How about those perfect tits? That tight pussy? Fuck baby, I can’t wait to get your taste on my tongue.
Elle digs out her phone and I watch as she opens the message and reads it. Her mouth drops open before a deep flush spreads over her cheeks. She quickly glances around, searching me out, but misses me, making it so much more fun.
Elle – Who the fuck is this? You’ve got the wrong number.
Jackson – Nah, baby. I most certainly do not. You know, watching you squirm and clench those thighs while reading that is worth the backlash that’s bound to come.
Elle – This better not be you, Jackson.
Jackson – The one and only.
Elle’s head snaps up and she takes a closer look around the halls of Broken Hill while trying to be discreet, not wanting Brooke to know that she’s currently getting dirty messages from the one guy her friends would deem unacceptable. Though, maybe that’s not the case anymore. I’m on much better terms with Tora and the girls, it’s just Nate I’m still having issues with, though the bullshit drama certainly has sizzled down. I don’t even think his boys are hating on me quite so much, but out of respect to their fearless leader, they haven’t gone and welcomed me into their loving arms.
Tora is always telling me that Jesse and I would really get along, but I seriously doubt that would ever happen. I mean, that’s just pushing the limits. I don’t have any issues with Puck or Tyson, but after knowing what they did with Elle over the summer, I’m starting to reconsider. Maxen though, he seems alright. It’s just Nate.
Elle falls back against her locker before bringing her phone closer to her face, but she’s struggling to mask her grin. She looks down the hall once again, but there are too many bodies between me and her.
Elle – I thought you didn’t have my number?
I laugh to myself.
Jackson – Shit! Did I say that?
Elle – …
Elle – You’re a dick!
Jackson – And you’ve got the softest lips I’ve ever kissed.
I watch her patiently and love the way she beams as she reads over the text. Her bottom lip is drawn in between her teeth and her cheeks lift into two perfectly round globes that make her look like an angel. That goddamn smile is everything.
Students flood the hallway and I want nothing more than to make them disappear so I can have a moment alone with Elle, but the shocked gasps and devastating heartbreak across every female’s face tells me that a fellow soldier has fallen. When I hear my sister’s name whispered on their gossipy lips, they finally get my attention.
“She’s such a whore,” one girl spits. “Why’s he with her anyway? She’s not even pretty.”
My eyes narrow on the preppy bitch. She better not be talking about my baby sister like that. I’ll fucking drop her ass, or at least, I’ll get one of these other chicks to do it. I’m not against kicking ass, but when it comes to a woman, I draw the line.
The girl’s friend replies. “What does it matter anyway? Jesse’s just fucking with her because of Jackson. He’ll dump her sorry ass in a few days and then he’ll be back open for business.”
“The fuck did you just say?” I roar, pushing off my locker and stepping right in front of the two girls, demanding not just their attention but everyone in the whole fucking hallway. If Elle couldn’t spot me before, I don’t doubt she has any issues now.
The girls gape up at me but the one on the right recovers quicker and looks more than happy to deliver the news. In fact, she looks downright thrilled about it. “That’s right, Jesse Ryder is getting naked with your little sister. I guess he’s lowered his standards or she’s finally stepping up and making a name for herself here. Either way, it needs to come to an end because Jesse is mine. I’ve been trying to get him in bed all year.”
I clench my jaw, balling my hands into fists at my side. “Jesse Ryder is dating my sister?”
“Not just dating,” the other girl says. “Apparently, they’re like a full-on thing now.”
I shake my head as the fury rips through me. I spin on my heel. There’s only one person here who’ll give me the fucking answers I’m looking for and one other who needs to explain himself.