“That was cruel, Lo,” Sean says, joining the conversation for the first time.
“It was,” I admit, reclaiming my seat. “But it was necessary. The guys don’t have time to fend off hordes of drooling women. I’ve just resolved the issue.”
“That shit still turns me the fuck on,” Saint admits, making no effort to lower his voice.
“Want me to suck you off in the bathroom?” I offer.
“Hell yeah,” Caz replies.
“She wasn’t offering to blowyou,” Saint smugly retorts.
“And you got your rocks off in the bathroom at my house yesterday,” Galen interjects.
Emmett almost chokes on his soda. “Is that all you do?”
“Fuck?” Galen smirks, popping a brow.
“Pretty much,” I confess, grinning. “I’ve got four guys to please. It’s a tough job, but someone has to do it.”
We all burst out laughing, and it’s a much-needed tension reliever.
“Have you heard from Bry?” I ask Saint as we exit the cafeteria later, making our way to class.
“No, and he’s starting to piss me off. How long does it take to talk to your brother?” Saint says, sliding his hand into the back pocket of my jeans as we walk.
“You think he’s still lying?” I ask.
“I think Diesel is correct,” Theo says before Saint replies. “His brother is the issue. Not Bryant.”
“I agree,” Galen says. “Bryant appeared to be telling the truth.”
“Let me call him after school. See if he’ll meet with me. I’ll get to the bottom of it.” I have a good relationship with Bry, and if he’s going to divulge anything to anyone, it’ll be me. If there’s a problem with his brother, we need to know now. Not after he’s gone to the authorities and handed our asses to them on a platter.
“Okay,” Saint relents, kissing me when we reach my classroom. His cell pings in his pocket, and he groans. “Is Sinner still hounding you?” I inquire because he’s been blowing up his phone nonstop since Mom disappeared Saturday night.
Saint nods, rubbing a hand across the back of his neck. “I can’t ignore him forever. We need to discuss how we’re going to handle him.”
“Let’s deal with Bryant and then agree what to do about Sinner,” I propose.
He pecks my lips. “Okay. Later, queenie.” He smirks, and I flip him the bird behind his back. He walks off laughing.
Asshole.
I’m going to kill Caz if that nickname sticks.
The others kiss me, one at a time, and I’m conscious of eyeballs glued to my back as I saunter into the classroom and take my seat. I know the general populace has questions and that we’re feeding the gossip mill with our PDAs, but I’ve got zero fucks to give.
They are mine, and I am theirs, and everyone needs to learn that irrefutable truth.
I make an effort to focus in class, determined to find some time this week to catch up on my homework, but I lose the battle with my bladder ten minutes before the bell is due to ring, gathering up my books and standing.
“Get back in your seat, Ms. Westbrook,” Batshit Branning demands, rapping her knuckles on the top of her desk.
“It’sMrs.Westbrook,” I correct before anyone dares to call me Mrs. Lennox. Because that shit willneverhappen. I’ve talked to Saint about it, and he understands. I jokily suggested he legally changehissurname, shocked when he actually appeared to consider it. I think Saint Westbrook has a nice ring to it, and I wouldn’t be opposed to it at all.
“And I need the bathroom. It can’t wait.” I stroll past her, ignoring her threats of detention and write-ups, walking the eerily quiet hallway with a new spring in my step.
I amsoover high school, and I can’t wait to be finished. Only six more months and we’re done. By then, the Sinner problem will be dealt with, and we’ll be free to go where we want, do what we want, and I literally cannot wait.
