I have to go home to prepare for the dance tonight. Last week, while I was at the mall in Charleston, I bought a sexy, but classy, dress. There’s a deafening roar in the gym as the students who’re sitting on the bleachers start to stomp when the introductions start. When Maverick is introduced, the students stomp and yell even louder. He really is like a god to these sheep. How can someone so fucked up look so damn good? In another lifetime, maybe we could’ve been together. Victoria and her team of bimbos perform a sexually explicit routine with the boys whistling and howling, getting all the encouragement necessary to see more ass and titties shaking. I’m going to throw up.
I arrive at the homecoming dance in black Versace jeans with a white shirt of the same brand, and black leather Giuseppe Zanottis. Honestly, I don’t care about designer shit, never did. If it looks good, I buy it. It has nothing to do with the label slapped on it. I don’t want to analyze the reason why I felt compelled to dress this way tonight.
When I enter the gym with Nix and Dee, I immediately start scanning the crowd forher. The gym is completely transformed from earlier today. A balloon arch made with the school colors is to the left of the gym, with silhouette cutouts of football players and cheerleaders as the background. Stars, paw prints, and streamers line the walls. At the end of the gym are two thrones for the homecoming king and queen. Round tables with chairs are stationed about the gym to form a circle around the dance floor. To the right is the refreshment table. The school’s mascot is walking around, acting the jester.
I spot her dancing in the middle of the crowded dance floor, without a care in the world—not giving a fuck that half the school hates her because of me. She’s a fucking seductress among peasants. The way she sways her hips, rubbing her hands down her body, is making me lose my damn mind. My heart is beating a mile a minute. She’s wearing another one of her barely-there dresses. This one is a sparkly blue paired with silver glitter high heels. She’s shaking her ass on Jamal. If it was with any other male, I would’ve flipped my shit.
Dee and Nix notice the direction of my look.
“You’re in way over your head,” says Nix.
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”
As I walk over to Cocoa, I hear Dee say. “As I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil…,” while Nix laughs.
It takes a few seconds for her to notice I’m standing in front of her. When she does, her hips stop moving to the beat of the music to watching me curiously, probably wondering why I can’t leave her the fuck alone.
“Get lost,” I say to Jamal, without taking my eyes off Cocoa.
He immediately leaves, no questions asked, because he knows better.
“What do you want, Maverick?”
You, I want you.
I step into her personal space until my body is flush against hers. She stands her ground, not backing down.
She gasps when I place my hands on her hips, and then slowly move them down, gripping her ass. Cocoa wraps her hands around my neck. The electricity between us is enough to power Las Vegas for centuries to come. My dick is getting hard, pressed against her warm body. By the look in her eyes, I know she feels it. When I place a sensual kiss on Cocoa’s neck, she moans.
The faces around me register shock, but not Victoria; she looks fucking pissed. She storms out of the gym. I lift my head from Cocoa’s neck, so I can look into her eyes. She’s so damn beautiful.
Beauty and the Beast.
“I’m sorry about your mother.”
And just like that, the mood is broken.
I grip her arms with bruising force, causing her to wince.
“Don’t ever say anything about my mother,” I say, pushing her back causing her to stumble.
“I was just saying sorry for what happened, asshole. I know what it’s like to lose a parent. My dad was killed.”
“So, what does that mean? Do you want to start a club called The Kids with Dead Parents?”
“What’s wrong with you?” Cocoa asks in a trembling voice.
“I don’t want, nor need your damn condolences. My mother was a weak bitch who never fought back, and she never protected her only child.”
“Who hurt you?”
“Oh, you want to take on the role of being my psychiatrist now?”
“Fuck you.”
“Oh, you want the dick? All you had to do was ask.” I grab my dick.
I run my fingers through my hair in agitation as she walks away.
