“Come near me again, and I’ll break your neck,” I threaten before leaving the cafeteria.
I knew it was a fucking bad idea to come in here.
“Hey, babe,” Trevor calls out as he approaches me.
“Hey,” I greet him, giving him a peck on the lips.
“Are you going to run a few laps around the track after school?” he asks.
“Yeah, with Anneli,” I answer, closing my locker.
“Do you want to come over after? We can do our homework together.”
“Oh, I know what you want to do, and it isn’t homework.” I chuckle.
“Can’t we do both?” He gives me his signature lopsided smile.
“Depends, will your parents be home?”
His mom is always lurking around, and we were almost caught in the act a few times. She doesn’t turn in for the night until I leave. His father doesn’t give two shits if his teenage son is sexually active though.
Trevor kisses the side of my neck. “It’s date night, so my parents won’t be home until late.”
“We can do both after all,” I reply, closing my locker.
“I bought you more thongs.”
“Oh, I bet you did.”
Trevor fucks me the hardest when I wear a sexy pair of panties. That’s his fetish.
He wags his eyebrows. “Come on, I’ll walk you to class.”
Trevor circles his arm around my shoulders as we walk down the hall. I can’t stop myself from thinking about Art, as usual. I haven’t seen him since he stormed out of the cafeteria. I was on pins and needles walking to class after lunch, wondering if Art would be in class with me, but he never showed. The day isn’t over yet, though—I still have two more classes.Bane must’ve said something to piss Art off enough for him to punch him in the face. His enemy list keeps growing by the second. Soon, he’ll have the whole school against him.
“Okay, see you later, babe.” Trevor hits my butt as I enter the classroom.
I giggle. “Later babe.”
I scan the room. No Art. Class hasn’t started yet, so he could still come within the next five minutes. I make my way to the back of the classroom—that’s where I can hide from the teacher and hope never to be called on to answer a question I have no idea how to respond to—and sit next to a boy I’ve seen around school, but whose name I don’t recall. My breathing speeds up when Art walks through the door and his eyes land on me. He comes to a stop in front of the boy sitting next to me.
He doesn’t say anything, merely stands there until the boy fidgets uncomfortably and gets up to find another desk. Art sits down in the now unoccupied seat next to me. I look over at him.
“If you keep up with that attitude, you’ll have the whole senior class gunning for you,” I say.
“Do I look afraid?” he asks.
“So, it’s you against the whole world?”
“No, it’s me against the universe.”
“Can’t you at least try to fit in?”
“I don’t want to fit in.”
“What happened between you and Bane?”
“He got on my bad side.”
