“You really thought I’d kiss you?”He says.“Your mouth’s been on more dicks than the boys’ locker room bench.”
Nicole’s face goes white-hot.
“You’re a fucking asshole,” she hisses.
“Yeah,” Jace says, grinning.“But at least I don’t pretend my mouth is a personality trait.”
She storms off, heels stabbing the floor with every step.
“Real smooth,” I say.
Jace shrugs, eyes trailing Nicole’s retreat.“She’ll be back.They always come back.Must be the charm.”
I roll my eyes and shift my weight.
And everything else fades.Real quick.
Because my gaze is already locked across the hallway.
There she is.
Sam.
Standing with Lola and Liz, arms crossed, chin tilted, that little smirk teasing the corner of her mouth.
Aubrey’s probably off with Noah doing the whole heart-eyes, I’d-kill-for-you-baby bullshit that somehow works for them.
Jace follows my line of sight.“You gonna fuck her or write her poetry?”
I don’t answer.
He grins.“Thought so.Bet she’s got claws.The quiet ones always do.Rip your heart out and wear it for earrings.”Jace elbows me again, harder this time.“You better move quickly.”He jerks his chin forward.
Some guy I’ve never bothered to learn the name of is already looking her way.One of those preppy dickheads who wears his backpack over both shoulders and thinks gel makes him look edgy.His eyes are locked on Sam, and I see he’s unsure if he should approach her.
“He can have her.I’m not interested,” I say, turning my head away as if I didn’t just mentally plan the guy’s funeral.
Then Jace grins.“Then let’s go fuck with her.Cockblock the asshole.”
I don’t argue.We move in sync, cutting through the hallway.The guy spots us coming and stiffens.
Good.
He knows who the fuck we are.
Lola spots us coming and groans.“Oh great, here comes the dick parade.”
“You say that like you’re not dying to ride the float.”Jace throws her a wink.
“Please.I’d rather do squats on a cactus.”She cocks a brow.
“Kinky,” Jace says.“Just say the word, I’ll grab the pot plant.”
Lola smirks.“Why don’t you grab a clue instead.”
Jace laughs, and even I crack a grin.Lola’s the only one who can roast him and live to tell the tale.
Lola’s come out of her shell since Tia stopped making her life hell.You can see it in the way she is now—shoulders relaxed, head up, as if she’s finally allowed to exist without apology.
