“Relax, Mav, we’re just yanking your chain.” Nix elbows me in the ribs. “But seriously, like Dee said, fuck her already.”
“Pleeeease,” Dee draws out the word, “so you can stop being a dick.”
Cocoa’s melodious laughter draws my attention, causing my heart to skip a beat. She’s driving me in-fucking-sane! I leap up and stomp over to where she sits, ignoring Nix and Dee’s protests.
I flip her tray, spilling her lunch onto the table. “Remember what I told you.”
“Go kick rocks.”
Her defiance boils my blood and stirs my dick. Every fiber of my being is demanding I drag her to the nearest empty classroom and dominate her with my body.
“Fall in line or suffer the consequences,” I tell her.
She wiggles her fingers. “I’m shaking in my shiny black loafers.”
I bang my fist on the table. Kate, Jamal, and Lucy recoil in fear, but Cocoa yawns, unbothered by my violent outburst. Goddamn her! I storm out of the cafeteria.
The last couple weeks dragged by way too slowly for my liking. Nothing new going on, just the same ole bullshit. But these assholes don’t faze me. As for Maverick, contending with him should be an Olympic sport. His erratic attitude gives me whiplash. I never know what to expect, but I’m always sure to stay on my guard.
It’s pep rally and game day; Montgomery Academyversus Louisville. This should be interesting. Maverick and Jake’s hatred for each other will certainly spill onto the field. Both are too hotheaded to exercise self-restraint. Students are gathered on the bleachers in the gym for the introduction of the football players.
Jamal, Kate, and I are sitting in the first row.
Lucy is traipsing around the basketball court, taking pictures. The marching band’s lively performance increases the excitement among the crowd. I have to admit I’m excited too, even though the school year has been a clusterfuck for me so far.
“Tomorrow, us girls should get ready for the dance together,” Kate suggests.
“Okay. Come to my house at five,” I say.
“What am I, chopped liver?” Jamal grumbles. “I guess my penis excludes me.”
“Aww.” I poke out my bottom lip. “Is somebody feeling left out?”
“Both y’all hoes can kiss my whole entire ass.”
I peck him on the cheek. “Of course you can come too, silly.”
“No, I’ll just stay home and get ready all by my lonesome.”
“Sorry for excluding you.” Kate lays her head on his shoulder. “Can you find it in your heart to forgive me?”
“Maybe. I have to think about it first.”
“Pretty please.” She flutters her eyelashes.
“Well, okay, since you begged.” He grins.
The cheerleading squad flounces onto the basketball court and begins performing a sexually explicit routine.
Victoria—aka slut bag—is front and center. She has serious stank coochie energy. The boys whistle and howl, encouraging more ass and titty shaking. I’m going to be sick.
Finally, it’s over and the coach starts introductions.
Shouts, clapping, and stomping reverberate through the gym as players are announced. At Maverick’s introduction, the clamor grows louder. He really is a god to these sheep.
“Woo-hoo!” Dee shouts, barreling out of the locker room. “We’re kings of the fucking universe!”
Nix and I saunter behind him. We won the game. Despite the unseasonably crisp evening, the stadium was filled to capacity.
