As I approached the class, the distant sound of a train whistle bled out, and I smiled. Good. Loaded with late students, food, school supplies, and, more importantly, the mail. I ordered a very special item last week that I plan to give to Adina once it arrives, being the thoughtful, generous man that I am.
Students waited quietly in the hall, chatting among themselves. I noticed the dark-haired girl with a swinging ponytail standing alone, her head bowed over an open book. As I approached her, she didn't look up and simply said, “It’s like you suck up the light.”
“Great to see you too,” I stated, amused.
“Like a Death Eater, yeah, that’s you, a Death Eater. And your brother is a Dementor. As soon as you walk into the room, it becomes cast in shadow, and all the happiness drains away.”
“Well, I was going to say how pretty you looked today, but maybe I’ll keep that compliment to myself,” I mumbled, “Stabby. Anyway, has Dirty ol’ Deano invited you to stroke his balls yet?”
“No,” she hissed. “Even if he did, I wouldn’t tell you about it.”
“So, you would stroke his hairy, silver balls if he asked. Huh. Interesting,” I mumbled as jealousy rose in my chest. “What do I have to do to get you to lick my balls?”
She made a face as if disgusted, but I caught those intelligent eyes looking at my crotch, only briefly, but it was enough for me to know what she was thinking about at that point. My point to be precise, the point in my sweatpants.
Anyway, “You smell nice,” I told her as a sweet floral scent swept over me, ignoring her strange answer.
This time, she looked up from her book, a dark scowl set into her cute face, and I expected a sharp comeback, but she said nothing. I discovered her weakness. She wasn’t good withcompliments, so I’ll continue to praise her until she cracks a smile.
“You bathed today? Good,” I added, since she was saying nothing. “I’m glad you washed the sweat off after working out.”
She sighed, but remained quiet, pretending to read to distract her gaze from me, since I turned her on. A ruse to deter her naughty fingers from the space between her legs.
“Stabbed anyone today?” I asked a reasonable question.
She bit her bottom lip, shot me a disapproving look, “Not yet. There is still time.”
“Die Fucker time,” I mocked after seeing the pic on Lev’s phone and us laughing about it. She was unpredictable and tough as leather boots, and I liked that.
She quipped, “Don’t tempt me. Maybe I’ll sliceDie Fuckeron your skin.”
“Woohoo,” I whistled. “Don’t tempt me with a good time. Now, where on my body would you cut me? There are so many places to choose from, Stabby. My ass. My stomach. Back. Thighs. My ass. You name it, I’ll strip naked for you to put your knife anywhere.Any-where.”
“You’re sick, and you said ‘ass’ twice,” she snarled quietly as the door flung open and students poured, and we then poured into Dirty ol’ Deano’s class.
“Yeah, because I have two butt cheeks, so that’s two canvases for you to play with,” I informed her. “Firm butt cheeks, too, when you’re ready to get down and dirty.”
She stepped in front of me, blocking my path, “If I cut you with my knife, you won’t walk away afterward.”
“Prove it, pretty girl, prove it,” I tested her, my filthy mind in a filthy place as per usual.
Only an hour ago, I almost berated Lev for catching feelings for the girl, and I was no different, but in a way, getting close to her worked for our cause. Regardless, I had to lure her alone to talkabout the body on the train and her upcoming interview with the police, and finding the right place and the right time, so no one overheard was key.
Following her inside, she tried to escape this 6ft4 hungry jock, but I kept on her cute tail. When she found a seat by the window, she placed her bag on the spare seat next to her, but I took it off and parked my ass, uninvited, without saying a word. Then she snatched the bag off me and dumped it on the floor under the desk, wearing a smirk.
“Hi Adina,” a girl crowed behind us, and Boleyn glanced back, faked a smile, and returned a dry, dejected hello, as if she didn’t want this girl near her.
Naturally, I had to see the girl that Stabby disliked, and I was surprised to find it was the sophomore girl that Cole was fucking, Karen or whatever. I thought Stabby and Karen were friends, fuck, women were weird. If you don’t like someone, then tell them you don’t like them. We don’t pretend to like the Yorkies, and they don’t pretend to like us to make everyone else feel better, yet the world still turns.
“Cole’s hole,” I mumbled under my breath, and Stabby stabbed me a one of those black scowls that I enjoyed being the target of.
“What?” she hissed at me.
“Her,” I pointed my thumb behind me, and she shook her head, perplexed as to what I was referring to, so I dropped it. Besides, there were more important things to discuss.
Dirty ol’ Deano began the tutorial, and I spent the next twenty minutes watching the interaction between him and Stabby. He glances in her direction only once, and that was when the student in front of us spoke. Guilty as charged. If he were innocent and didn’t have feelings for her, then he would have no problem looking at Adina, but instead, he kept his greedy gaze away to hide his guilt.
So, we had two obstacles: James York and Dean. Hopefully, we deterred the York for a while, although we’re not complacent enough to believe that he will leave her alone. In fact, in some ways, it might spur him on more to bait Stabby in his lair. But Dean was particularly good at hiding his trail when he laid his eyes on his prey.
