Chapter 7
Sam
Ipracticallythrowmyselfintothe classroom as if the hall is on fire.
“I hate him,” I mutter as I step inside, the words struggling out of my throat.I slump into my chair and shove my bag onto the floor with more force than needed.I toss my books onto the desk, still haunted by him.His cock pressed where it shouldn’t be, that filthy mouth brushing my ear, his voice low, smug, and intimate in a way that makes my stomach flip.
And God, that fucking smirk.The one that dared me to react.
My fingers curl into fists.I can’t slow my heartbeat.My skin still pulses where he touched me, and where he didn’t even have to touch me to ruin me.God, I should’ve slapped him harder.Made it sting longer and wiped that look off his face for good.
Aubrey and Lola walk in a second later, laughing about something that dies the instant they see me.
Both of them zero in, concern snapping into place.They cross the room fast, chairs scraping as they pull closer.
“Are you okay?”Aubrey asks, eyes searching my face.“You look—”
“I swear to God,” I cut in, my voice shaking with rage I can barely contain, “if Reece Wilson comes near me again, I’ll rip his fucking dick off.”
That instantly grabs Lola’s attention.
“Whoa.”She leans forward, resting her elbows on the desk.“Okay.What happened?”
I run my hand along my ponytail and stare down at the scarred surface of my desk because if I glance up, I might actually scream.Or cry.Or do something worse.
“What didn’t?”I mutter, dragging my bag onto my lap and digging through it as if I’ve actually forgotten something important.I haven’t.I just need to keep my hands busy before I lose my shit.“He fucking pinned me against those lockers out there.”
My fingers close around a notebook, but I don’t pull it out right away.My chest tightens, heat rushing up my neck as the memory floods back in full color.
“And he…” I trail off, swallowing hard.“He said shit.Filthy, disgusting shit, right in my fucking ear.”
“He, what?”Aubrey says, her whole body tensing up.
I yank the notebook free and slam it down on the desk harder than needed.
“He just stood there,” I snap.“Boxed me in and let me feel him.”My voice drops.“With his cock pressed against me, like he wanted me to feel it.”I clench my jaw.“And I did.Trust me, I did.”
“Oh my God,” Lola breathes, eyes going wide.“Was it… you know, big?”
“Lola.”I shoot her a glare.
“What?”Lola shrugs, completely unapologetic, lifting one shoulder as if we’re talking about the weather.“Just asking.It’s Reece.”
“Exactly.”I snap the word like it’s a weapon.“Reece.Fuck boy of the century.”My hands curl into fists on the desk, nails biting into my palms.“I swear that boy lives to piss me off.That’s his entire personality.He doesn’t give a shit about school, or rules, or consequences.He only cares for whatever girl is stupid enough to fall for his bullshit.”
Lola opens her mouth, likely to argue, but Aubrey beats her to it.
“You better be careful, Sam,” she says softly, before exhaling slowly, like she does when she’s choosing her words carefully.“Guys like him don’t just mess around.He’ll ruin you if you let him.”
The words hit harder than I expect.My spine straightens, anger flaring hot and fast.“I’m not letting him ruin anything.”
Aubrey raises an eyebrow, unimpressed.“You sure about that?Because for someone who’s supposedly not interested, you’re giving off major I’ve-thought-about-him-naked energy right now.”
My mouth opens automatically.“I haven’t—”
The lie dies in my throat.
“Okay.Maybe once.”I swallow hard.“In the dark.When I couldn’t sleep.But I was stressed.And it didn’t count.”
