I’d break his face with backhand.
It was a shame that I couldn’t lift a finger in school, or I’d end up in juvie again. And that asshole knew it.
“No, I’m not done,” he spat.
“I’d say you are.”
Connell didn’t pay attention to my serious tone; he kept laughing.
“I didn’t mean to offend your little friend. You wanna get with her first? Fine by me. But then it’s my turn,” he gloated before leaving.
I punched the locker; the effects of the impact were so strong that I felt my knuckles open up again and throb with pain.
“Looks like being with Cooper makes you as crazy as him!” yelled Connell when he was already on the other side of the hallway.
“Let it go, James.”
Jackson patted me on the shoulder, but the circumstances didn’t seem to improve. I was agitated.
And I still was when I got to class.
Marvin was sitting in the back of the class. Poppy was sitting at the bench in front of him, and of course June was next to her.
My eyes drifted right under the bench to seek out her thighs. Her legs were crossed. Her skirt fell a little above her knee and there was no sign of any scratch. What if they were hidden farther up? But it wasn’t good for me to look at her like that because every time I looked at her full flesh, I started imagining how heavenly it would be to have her ankles on my shoulders. She was leafing lazily through the history book when all of a sudden she bent over her backpack to grab a notebook. The white uniform shirt barely enveloped her well-developed breasts, and the middle button was subjected to a delicious pressure. It seemed like it was wanted to pop off from one moment to the next.
I looked away, almost annoyed at that forbidden sight.
I looked for exactly three seconds—no more, otherwise anyone would’ve noticed that I was staring at her like an idiot. I concentrated on strutting into the classroom with my head held high; my classmates seemed to notice my arrival.
She was the only one who didn’t bother to look up at me. I massaged my hair nervously.
“Girls don’t like to do it in a bed. It’s too conventional.” Marvin pretended to be an expert with Poppy.
I sat down next to him without talking.
“What’s so bad about a bed?” asked June.
I almost spat out my water on Jackson’s arm.
“At least you’re comfortable,” I retorted, looking at her shamelessly.
“Yeah, but from what I understand all the girls say it’s more arousing to do it in weird places. The bed, I don’t know.” Marvin stroked the shaved nape of his neck.
“It’s definitely more comfortable,” June let slip, without looking up from the history book.
“Exactly. That’s what I say. It’s soft.”
She lifted her chin and immediately sought my attention with her eyes.
“It’s comfortable.” I watched her articulate that phrase with her heart-shaped mouth.
“And warm.”
I intensified my gaze in hers, then involuntarily licked my lips, and she did the same.
“All right, since you’ve both screwed, come on,” spat Marvin, laughing.
But she didn’t seem to appreciate that joke, because she got up from the bench irritated. I saw her rush out of class without saying anything. I took a deep breath. Magically, I couldn’t keep my ass glued to my seat anymore. I got up and followed her.
