I can’t even look down at the blonde head bobbing on my dick. Can barely feel the mouth sliding along my shaft. And it’s not because I’m stoned. It’s because I don’t want to feel it—don’t want to feel anything. Megan Thomson’s mouth is a means to an end.
Megan knows why she’s here. Trust and believe she came running when I explained what I wanted from her. The girl damn near tripped over her own feet in her hurry to keep up with me as we strode through Neil deGrasse Tyson High, heading toward this room so I could murder my relationship.
Now here we are, hidden in plain sight. I take a pull off the joint and hold it in my lungs until I’m about to choke before exhaling slow and steady. As I watch the smoke curl through the sunlight filtering in through the closed windows, I hiss in a breath through my teeth as Megan does her thing. She’s got mad skills. Of course, she would. Half the guys have had her. Not being judgy or anything. I mean, thisisMayhem. It’s ingrained in us from birth that what someone does with their body is their own business. As long as it’s legal and consensual, it’s all good. If Megan wants to bang her way through Tyson High, she can go for it. I’m infinitely grateful she wasn’t otherwise occupied right now, that’s all.
It would have screwed up my plans to, well, screw up my life.
The annoying nag of doubt is a thorn in the back of my brain. But it’s too late to undo the damage. I take another drag of the joint to dull my conscience. The drug is a weight on my eyelids and an upward tug on my lips. Not that I have any reason to laugh, but here I am, a wicked jester waiting to be found.
Wantingto be found.
I need Faith to hate me as much as I hate her for leaving.
Nah, my girlfriend leaving isn’t what got my balls twisted. Not a liar, remember? Truth is, I’m pissed at Faith’s flippant attitude at being handed an Ivy League education. If the only way to get her to go and not look back is for her to hate me, I’m prepared to ruin my life for the sake of bettering hers.
So, yeah. I’m about to turn our one-and-a-half-year relationship into a dumpster fire.
End it in a blaze of glory.
Now, if only I can get a decent hard-on, I’ll be okay.
As a strapping seventeen-year-old, I’m guaranteed a few things. I can drink like a fish, eat like a horse, and fuck like it’s my job. I’ve never—notever—had a problem getting a raging erection. If the wind blows too strong, my dick pops up to find out why. But here I am, cherry ChapStick smeared over my shaft as Megan’s head glides back and forth, and all I have to show for it is a sad semi.
Now, ain’t that ‘bout a bitch?
“Sorry.” Growling with frustration, I grab her blonde ponytail and rock my hips. She grips my hip to brace herself, and I feel like a royal jerkoff.
I squeeze my eyes closed, but it makes things worse because I see Faith’s face in my mind’s eye. Changing my focus, I open my eyes and study the neat rows of desks. The smeared and faded English lesson still written on the whiteboard. Cliched inspirational messages tacked up to help motivate the students. This was my class freshman year. Mrs. Rosario did her best, but we weren’t exactly model kids. Ironically, Faith and I sat next to each other, not five feet from where I’m standing.
The unmistakable sound of voices drifts in from the hallway. My stoned brain rebels. The room rips around me, and my hands automatically shove Megan away.
She leans back and frowns up at me, cleary confused by my conflicting behavior. “I thought this is what you wanted.”
I swallow the lump that lodges itself in the back of my throat. Flick the joint to the floor and crush it under the sole of my black Vans. Wipe the beads of sweat away from above my top lip. Swipe my sweaty palms against the thighs of my jeans to dry them. No luck. They’re drenched. My stomach is in such a tight knot that it hurts, and I’m about a second from vomiting. “It is.”
Megan moves forward and swallows my dick again, and I throw my head back, willing myself to keep the pathetic semi because shit’s about to get real.
The door swings open, and she’s there. My girl. Looking absolutely gorgeous in a white dress and those chunky black boots I love. She’s a genuine badass who walks these halls like she owns the building. There isn’t a girl who goes to this school who doesn’t want to be her, and not a guy who doesn’t want to take my place. And until this moment, she was mine. We were royalty. The goddamn king and queen of Tyson High.
If I had the power to rewind time and unfuck this situation, I would.No can do, my man. This here is my shit sandwich, and I have to eat the whole thing, crust and all.
The slam of a textbook sounds as loud as gunfire when it slips from Faith’s arms. Her huge brown eyes split me in half. She lowers her stunned gaze to Megan. Then it travels back to me. I give her a cocky grin because I’m taking this train to the last stop.
I grab Megan’s hair to hold her head steady while I keep my gaze fixed on Faith. “Oh, snap, you’re still here? Thought you already left for Brighton.”
Faith narrows her eyes, and I swear to God, if she could murder me and get away with the crime, I’d be dead where I stand. She backs up a step, right into Caleb, who is filling the doorway behind her with all five-foot-ten inches of himself. For half a second, I think she might cry, but this is Faith. She’ll sooner slit my throat than publicly shed a tear.
I release Megan’s hair and back up, pulling my dick out of her mouth. “Maybe you should go.”
Megan springs to her feet. She mumbles something and bows her head. The poor girl has to get by Faith and Caleb, and although my friend moves out of the way, Faith doesn’t.
“You stupid bitch.” Faith’s voice is an icy whisper that chills the temperature in the room by at least ten degrees.
“I’m sorry,” Megan rasps.
“Not yet you’re not, but you will be.” Faith drags her gaze over Megan, her disgust a physical force between them. “Get the hell out of my face.” Megan doesn’t need to be told twice. She sidesteps around Faith and scurries away. Then Faith nails Caleb with a glare. “How could you do this to me?”
Caleb, whose shitty home life makes him a nasty bastard, glares down at her. Faith doesn’t flinch. “It’s for a good cause.”
