“It’s about time you get knocked down a few pegs,” Trevor says.
“And you’re the one that’s going to do it? You better ask your friends about me. They know I fuck bitches up.”
“Trevor, don’t.” Cin looks petrified.
“Fight!” someone shouts.
Mr. Beck walks into the classroom. “Trevor and Art, is there a problem? This is the second time I’ve found you two at each other’s throats.”
“I’m merely admiring Cin here.” I nod my head towards her. “But I don’t think Trevor appreciates the compliment.”
“Trevor?” Mr. Beck looks at him.
“I’m good.”
“Then all of you sit down. The next time I see you two like this, I’m going to call your parents and we can have a discussion in the principal’s office.” When Mr. Beck turns his back to walk to the front of the classroom, I blow Trevor a kiss just to dig my claws further into his skin. His body goes rigid. Man, he’s pissed.
“Come on, Trevor.” Cin pulls him back to their desks.
I wasn’t overexaggerating when I said she looks good enough to eat. I can’t wait to fuck her tonight.
I’ve been tense all day, more so now since Trevor is walking me to the next class I have with Art. He insists on walking me to this particular class every day. I didn’t know what to expect from Art today, but he kept his mouth shut like he said he would. Bri sat with him at lunch and was all over him, to Lilah’s dismay.I wasn’t too pleased either. I wonder if Art feels the same way when he sees me with Trevor. I found myself thinking about what it would be like if Art were my boyfriend. Maybe I’m attracted to his damage. That’s the only way I can explain this madness. Could I really leave Trevor to be with him? Art is a wild card, unpredictable and dangerous. Trevor and I have a history, and he’s safe. I’m not ready to let him go, or the future we have planned together. I think Dex and Zeke have a newfound respect for Art since he didn’t rat them out. Of course, Josh, Robbie, Aiden, Danny, and Trevor still hate him. It would take an act of God for them to change how they feel about him.
“Do you like the attention Art gives you?” Trevor asks.
“Where did that question come from?”
“You never have my back when it comes to him. We’re supposed to be a team.”
“Trevor, we are a team. I don’t want you to get into trouble. Can’t you ignore him? Why is that so hard?”
“You want me to be the bigger person?”
“Yes. What’s wrong with that?”
“It makes me look like a pathetic wimp. That’s what’s wrong. He stares at my girl like he wants to fuck her, but I’m supposed to pretend like I don’t see it.”
“Staring isn’t a crime.”
“Why do you sit beside him in trigonometry?”
“I don’t. He sits beside me.”
“Then move.”
“I have, but he follows me.”
“Tell the teacher he’s harassing you.”
“I can deal with him.”
“I don’t want you to deal with him!” Trevor yells, drawing a few gazes.
“I don’t want to argue, so drop it.” I walk ahead of him.
“I’m sorry for yelling.”
“Go to class.”
