Ms. Haney was no fool.
Once I’d stopped squirming and gotten my homework out of my bag, she waltzed her ass right over and jerked my desk back into position. I glared at her squat yet deceivingly strong body as she strode back to the desk at the front of the room.
“For every word I hear, I’ll extend your detention ten minutes. Am I clear?”
Fucking evil.
I nodded, not daring to speak or see how Cal responded.
After thirty minutes of excruciating silence, a small giggle startled me out of my calculus homework. I glanced at Cal,hoping that hadn’t been him, but his focus was forward. I followed suit and stared at a rosy-cheeked Ms. Haney as she smiled at the e-reader in her hands.
Seriously? I couldn’t imagine what would have her bright-eyed like a schoolgirl. Actually, I didn’t want to imagine it.
I glanced at Cal again, and this time, his eyes were on me.
Fuck you, shithead, he mouthed. At least, that was my interpretation. I’d never claim to be a lip-reader, but his were impressive enough to want to study the craft.
No. Ah, fuck. No. No studying Cal’s lips.
You wish, I aimed right back.
Your fucking fault.
Dream on.You’re just as much at fault.
Confusion lowered his brows. Okay, he might not be an advanced lip-reader either. I scribbled the same words on my notebook and showed him, all while glancing at Ms. Haney to make sure she was still distracted.
He scratched over his own notebook, then tilted it to show me.
Chain your brother or do you like being his whipping boy, taking the punishment he deserved for being a loud mouth?
I snapped my gaze to his, shaking my head and wishing I could burn him alive with my eyes.Talk about Ty again, and I swear, I’ll kick your fucking teeth in.
He smirked as he showed me his new message.Now whose dreaming?
Who’s, dumbfuck.
God, I hate you.
Mutual.
“Boys!”
We jolted in our seats and didn’t bother checking the anger in Ms. Haney’s expression, just hunched over our notebooks. I returned to my homework. Who the fuck knew what Cal did for the remainder. Thankfully, she didn’t extend our time.
Cal took forever putting his shit in his bag at the end of detention, and I took the concession for what it was, leaving quickly, putting as much distance between us as possible.
Ty was gathering his books when I entered the library and nodded toward the door behind me, then waited for him in the hallway.
“Come on, troublemaker,” Ty said when he came out.
He pushed my shoulder to get me moving faster, and I swatted at his arm. “Shut the fuck up, dickhead. This is just as much your fault.” Cal’s messy handwritten words saying pretty much the same thing came back to me, and I sighed. Fuck him.
“Hardly. Had you kissed and made up long ago, you and Cal would be balls-deep in each other’s asses instead of getting your asses in trouble.”
“Would you shut up?” I hissed, glancing around, then relaxing in the empty hallway.
The more I hated Cal, the more my infatuation with him grew. The sun-kissed locks, the blue-water eyes, the perfect white teeth behind his tanned lips all went straight to my balls. Cal smiled, and my chest tightened. Cal spoke, and the sound sent warm shivers down my back.
