I sighed and hitched my bag on my shoulder. “Why?” Shit. I should’ve just ignored her or said something that wouldn’t be anything she could go on about.
“Why?” Sasha huffed and tossed her long hair. “The entire school was at war with you two in the center, or have you forgotten, like you forgot about us?”
“Sasha …”
Maybe she heard the warning in my tone, but the annoyed furrow of her brow lifted with a curl of her red lips. “I could remind you,” she said and raked her nails over my abs. “We had fun, Cal. We could again.”
I sucked in my torso to ger her hand off me when I really wanted to grab her wrist and fling it. She dared touch me like she’d been sweet the last year? I didn’t have any scars to prove it, and the bruises always faded, but she’d been—mean.
Jack punched me.
I shook my head at the stray thought. It was different. Sasha had hurt me as if she wanted to put me in my place. Jack had … He’d riled me up to show me how strong I could be. Totally different.
“No, I don’t need remindin’ of anything.”
Her expression fell, only to be replaced a second later with rage. I should’ve stopped there. I should’ve walked away.
“It hadn’t been fun,” I hissed, lowering my head and voice, stupidly hoping no one would hear us in the middle of the hallway. “And besides, I’m with someone else.”
She widened her eyes, shaking now, but I wasn’t done. I lowered farther, getting next to her ear. Sasha clamped her small hands around my forearms.
“I can’t prove it, but I think you swooped in when you did so you could manipulate me. I had shit going on, and you were there, showin’ me something better, easier, different to focus on, but only so I’d be caught. You wanted a toy, a plaything, and ittook me too long to see it.” I leaned away so I could read her face. “I’m not yours anymore, so get your fuckin’ hands off me.”
Miraculously, she let go. If that was all it took, I should’ve told her I was with someone else to start with. Maybe then she would’ve moved on already.
I stepped around her, leaving Sasha silent and stunned, and didn’t look back. Neither the clip of her heels nor the whine of her voice followed me.
Fucking finally.
Of course, the day wasn’t over, and we had classes together, but fortunately, Jack texted, making all things better.
Princess
What did she say?
Don’t be jealous.
Princess
I’m not jealous because I know you’re mine.
WHAT DID SHE FUCKING SAY?
I snorted and grinned as I typed a brief rundown of the conversation, basically telling him she wanted me back, and I said no.
Princess
Fuck her.
Would rather not.
Princess
Fuck me then.
Planning on it.
Classes came and went, Sasha was forgotten, and no matter how hard I tried, nothing came into focus until three o’clock when Jack jumped in my truck.
