Will brought his lips next to mine; I could taste the sweet flavor through his warm breath.
Three.
I felt James’s hands grab my hips and bring them to him, making my butt slam against his pants.
William ran his fingers through my hair and barely parted his lips. He was about to kiss me. This couldn’t be happening.
I was the good girl who didn’t party, who stayed away from trouble and stayed out of the way in class and didn’t make herself noticeable. They were James Hunter and William Cooper.
The most two most popular guys in school shouldn’t want me. But they were both here.
And I had to get out. Now.
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James
Ice-cold eyes.
Soft hair.
Red lips and a perfect ass.
I hated her. Who the fuck did she think she was?
“For god’s sake. Is June here?”
Will turned white when he got there and saw her in the middle of the crowd. She was talking with Tiffany. I knew Tiffany, and all this desire to spend time with June after last night meant only one thing.
She must’ve really enjoyed that kiss.
“James, why aren’t you listening to me?” Will called my name abruptly.
“Eh.”
We’d only been in that awful place for twenty minutes, but there wasn’t a sign of Jackson or Marvin.
“Did you know she was coming?” Will and his fucking questions.
“Blame Tiffany.” I groaned, looking back at a stranger staring at me.
“I can’t do it. What do I tell her?”
“Fucking nothing, Will. Ignore her,” I retorted curtly.
Then I grumbled, but not before glaring at them. The princess had some sort of sixth sense because she seemed to notice every time I looked at her. It was close, because she’d caught me right in the middle of staring at her like an idiot.
I wanted to go out and smoke, but Will couldn’t seem to find peace.
“She looks too pretty tonight. Do you see how everyone is looking at her?” he murmured.
“Uh, she still looks the same to me.”
Everyone turned to look at her, too, but she never even noticed.
“Will, enough,” I reprimanded him when I caught him staring at her again.
“Yeah, I know I shouldn’t.”
