“Do you want another one? Didn’t you get hit enough today?” She provoked me despite her arms being immobilized.
I pressed my hard chest against hers. I looked down, and noticed her breasts under the shirt, which was exactly what I didn’t want to feel or see right then.
Maybe she was totally sexy under there, but how could anyone know for sure if she insisted on covering up all the time?
I pulled away and sat down a safe distance away from her. I needed to smoke.
I took a packet of weed from my pocket while she stared at the movements of my hands. She seemed hypnotized by them, and I couldn’t help but wonder why.
Maybe she liked rings, or they annoyed her.
Why was I wasting time thinking about this bullshit when Austin had smashed my head in? If he’d wanted to, he very well could’ve killed me. For what, then?
Just when I reached the conclusion that I wanted to stay away from her after the night at her house, I found myself imprisoned by the desire to protect her.
I thought bringing her to Austin’s house would be fun, but in the end I made sure nobody would hurt her. That was definitely a problem. Looking at her inevitably made me think about my plan again.
Because ultimately the princess might not be easy prey. Or maybe she would be?
This curiosity didn’t make sense. Also I’d never get into bed with someone who dressed and acted so ridiculously. I turned to her and she immediately tore her eyes from my lips.
Her blond hair glided down her back. It was thinner than Sammy’s and messier than Taylor’s. Her eyes were cerulean like the other girls’. except they were bigger and made me feel vulnerable. Too clear; so light that they scared me. They seemed like they could expose my soul.
I moistened my lips while I put the weed in the paper.
She looked down at her knees, but her shy behavior didn’t last long. She was looking at me again.
“So much work to create something that only ends up harming you,” she said, pointing at my hands.
I shook my head, repressing a sneer.
Who knew what it would be like to chase her down until she fell into my trap.
It was her scent, the good girl behavior—but we all know good girls don’t exist.
I have to delete that photo.
“Are you listening to me, James?” she asked.
And when she started talking to me again, she reminded me why I couldn’t stand her.
Even if she was the ripest fruit in the garden, even if Will had never existed, how many thorns did I have to endure to be able to have a small taste?
“Why’d you do it?” I heard her ask after a little bit.
“What?”
“Why’d you fight with Will?”
Jesus, shut up.
“First Austin, then the principal, now you.” I listed my reasons in a detached voice.
“Me?” She scowled.
“Will’s under pressure, don’t you fucking get it?”
“And what does that have to do with me?”
