We need to have a conversation concerning John too. Some shit is going down real soon.
“Are we still your best friends?” Dee asks, arching an eyebrow. “Just curious, since you spend ninety percent of your time lodged in Cocoa’s ass.”
“Shut your trap.” I throw a pen at him, but he catches it.
“Maverick Carter pussy whipped.” Nix chuckles. “Hell must’ve frozen over.”
“You know, there’s no need for you guys to wait around.”
“Oh, but we want to, right, Nix?”
“Sure do.”
“And anyway, my morning would suck balls if I didn’t rag on you first.”
I straighten, spotting Cocoa at the end of the hall. Our gazes lock and she smiles, quickening her steps.
“Nix, did you see the way our boy’s eyes lit up?”
“Yep, brighter than the goddamn sun. I need my sunglasses.”
“He’s in love,” Dee coos, batting his eyelashes.
“Get lost,” I tell them, but, of course, they stay put.
I pounce as soon as Cocoa’s within reach, gathering her in my arms and hungrily devouring her lips. She melts into me, pushing her tongue into my mouth.
“Get a room,” Dee gripes, making a gagging noise.
“Keep it moving, nothing to see here people,” I hear Nix say.
A throat clears and I reluctantly pull back but place a soft kiss on her neck before facing Mr. Green’s disapproving glare.
“This sort of behavior is unacceptable and will not be tolerated here. Montgomery Academy is an educational institution and not for…” He wildly waves his hand between us, jowls jiggling.
Dee and Nix erupt in laughter, getting a kick out of seeing the normally composed Mr. Green discombobulated.
“Sorry, it won’t happen again,” Cocoa assures him.
I’ll make no such promises.
“See that it doesn’t, or detention for you both,” he huffs, then proceeds towards his office.
“Catch you lovebirds later.” Nix winks.
“Straight to class,” Dee states in his most authoritative tone, walking backwards. “No stopping for a quickie along the way.”
“I’m going to throat punch you,” I threaten.
He and Nix snicker, disappearing around the corner. A couple days ago, he saw us sneaking out of the janitor’s closet. The jokes have been ongoing since.
“Dee’s a total dick,” Cocoa says.
“We’re in agreement on that score.”
After grabbing what she needs from her locker, we head to class. Physics goes by fast, probably because I spent the entire period kissing Cocoa and copping feels whenever Mr. Barnes turned his back. But the following two classes dragged on and on. I found myself growling impatiently, which earned me more than a few wary glances. Pre-Calculus next, then lunch. I stop at the vending machine for a Coke. Victoria appears beside me.
“I need to talk to you.”
