She sees it.Her spine stiffens, shoulders tense, and her breath becomes shallow in a way she probably thinks no one notices.Her fingers remain perfectly still.
Beside us, Liz groans dramatically and mutters something about forgetting the stupid textbook again.Lola offers hers without missing a beat, already giggling as she scrolls through her phone, whispering about some TikTok she saw last night.In the corner, Aiden and Mason are mid-argument about last weekend’s football match, voices overlapping, both convinced they’re right.
The room hums with a dull, half-awake noise that settles in before a teacher arrives.Chairs scrape.Someone yawns too loudly.Pages flip without anyone actually reading.Everyone’s here, bodies present, minds elsewhere.Distracted.Restless.Killing time.
No one’s paying attention at all.
Except me.
I watch the paper sit there, untouched.Watch her pretend it doesn’t exist the same way she’s pretending I don’t exist.
She’s got my blood pumping, my pulse out of sync, my thoughts dirty and loud, and she’s treating me like I’m nothing but dust on the floor.Something to step over.
I turn my ring around my thumb again, more slowly this time, eyes fixed on that folded piece of paper.
I tear another piece of paper from my notebook.This one isn’t thought through.It doesn’t get softened.It comes straight from the ugly, needy part of my mind that’s sick of being ignored.
The pen scratches firmly against the paper.
Bet you taste better than you talk.I’ll eat that pussy until you forget every lie you tell yourself about me.I promise I won’t disappoint.
It’s cocky… just the sort of thing a good girl shouldn’t want and definitely shouldn’t be reading in a classroom.
I don’t bother folding it.I lean forward and let it slip from my fingers, watching it fall onto her desk in plain sight.
That sparks a response.
Not from her hands.She still doesn’t touch it.But her shoulders lock up, stiff as stone.
She reaches out and crushes the note in her fist.Doesn’t even read it, just crumples it up then drops it onto the floor next to her desk, as if it is nothing.
I chuckle loudly and unapologetically.“That’s the game you want to play, Red?”
She turns halfway in her seat towards me.Calm on the surface, but eyes sharp as hell.“Don’t fucking talk to me.”
Fuck me.That voice.I want to hear it crack on my name, breathless and shaking, cursing me while she’s grinding down on my cock and hating herself for how good it feels.I want to show her exactly what being bad does to a girl who thinks she’s above it all.
I smirk, recognising it now.The crack in her control.
“So what do you say, Red,” I murmur, voice pitched low enough to crawl.“You want to sit on my face later and see where I can take you.”
The words hang there.I’m already riding the hit, with the tension snapping tight between us.
And before I get to enjoy it—
She slaps me.
Hard.
Open palm.
Right across the face.
The sound cracks through the room.
My head snaps to the side, heat exploding across my cheek, skin burning as if she branded me.My pulse roars, blood rushing hot and fast, and for a split second, everything goes white.
Lola gasps loudly.
