“Before you get burned,” I say, hating that I’m gettingworked the fuck up over one woman showing the fuck off.
She smirks, cocking one of those perfect brows as she makes to wave her hand, but I grab hold of her wrist, knowing she’s about to put out the table on fire.
Our eyes meet, and her words appear in front of me.
I think you’re the one who’s burning, Westwood. Not me.
My heart races.
So, I was right. She did this to get a reaction from me, and she got it.
Fuck!
“Youdid it,” I say, something clicking.
She flicks her hair and tilts her head.Did what?
“The Heaven hexing hoes shit, what else? I’m right, init?” I ask quietly. She’s the reason I’m not fucking getting laid!
Think what you want, I’m not the one causing a scene that the entire school just witnessed,she writes in an extra dramatic fucking font.
I narrow my eyes. She can deny it, but it was her.
“I don’t care what the school thinks,” I say through gritted teeth. And I don’t care. After this, they will all know not to mess with me. “Who knows, you might have given me some fucking love potion or some shit, too.”
I know that’s bullshit, but I’m not about to admit that.
She takes a sip of her juice before she pats her mouth with a napkin and, uncrossing her legs, stands up with an arrogant smirk crossing her face. Even with heels, she’s still shorter than me.
I’m afraid that’s all you, Westwood. Aww… did you just admit to having feelings for me?she writes, with a mock pout on her face, before she folds her arms right beneath those breasts, pushing them up even more, and I drag my eyes up to her face.
Our eyes meet, and she’s smiling victoriously. She’s got my attention, and she knows it.
“That’s not what I said.” It kinda is, but…
I’ll see you later,she writes before she turns on her heel, about to saunter off, but I grab hold of her elbow and spin her back around. Her hands hit my chest as she looks up at me. And I fucking hate how I’m way too aware of her touch.
“I might find you hot, Sweetcheeks, but it’s just that. I’m not looking for anything and never will. And about your feelings, get over them. I’m the last person you want to fuck with.”
Her cheeks flush, although she knows I don’t mean that literally. But…
I stare at her cheeks, remembering the moments in the Gods’ Realm. Realising her cheeks weren’t turning pink from rage but something else. Wait, how long has she liked me?
I’ll get over them when you do,she declares,making me blink.
“Do I really need to tell your brother to keep you in check?” I ask mockingly.
Her eyes narrow.I dare you to, and you will regret it,she threatens as she pulls out of my hold.
I stare into her eyes; this is the perfect moment to give her voice back. But I don’t want her to get any ideas. I need her to get over me. I don’t want her to know I’m the one who got it back for her. That would just complicate shit.
This crush of hers needs to come to an end. It doesn’t need me fucking encouraging it.
“I think it’s best we stay away from one another; my path is one I need to walk alone. I don’t have time for distractions.” And you, Sweetcheeks, have become one.
She’s silent as she stares at me, and then she nods, unfazed. And that fucking stresses me the fuck out.
Of course, I understand. But then you will have to learn not to get so worked up over an outfit. Can you do that?she asks, with an expression that says she doesn’t think I can.
