I look ridiculous.
Send me a pic.
I snap a shot and send it to him.
Shit. Bad idea.
Why?I text, concerned I really do look stupid in this uniform. I was thinking I looked okay in it, but maybe not.
Thinking of you in that? I won’t be able to concentrate today.
Smiling even more, I text him back.
Don’t I get a pic?
One pops up on my phone. Jackson’s wearing jeans and a tight red t-shirt, his muscles on display, along with his perfect smile.
No fair. You look better than me.
Not even close.
You look more comfortable.
I’d have to agree. Talk to you later.
Yeah. Bye!
I’m not sure when I’ll have a chance to talk to him. I have class until four, which is the latest I’ve ever had class. I’m used to getting out at two, not four. By four, Jackson will be at football practice. And later tonight, he’ll be at the gym. I could try sneaking out when everyone’s asleep, but the cameras will catch me, which wouldn’t be an issue if Trystan wasn’t watching all the footage for evidence that I’m doing something he doesn’t approve of. He definitely wouldn’t approve of me sneaking out to see Jackson.
“I’m leaving!” Braden yells. “Have fun walking!”
“I said I’m coming!” I swing open the door and run right into a solid wall of muscle.
Braden looks down at me, smiling. “You just can’t stop touching me, can you?”
“You’re so disgusting.” I push on him to move, but he just stands there. I glare at him. “Thought you were in a hurry.”
“I am, but first we go over the rules.”
I back up, my hand on my hip. “What rules?”
“How you’ll act at school.”
“I’ll act how I want.”
He narrows his eyes at me. “You’re not fucking things up for me.”
“And how would I do that?”
“With your shitty New York attitude.”
“I thought you were king of the school. I’m the new girl. I doubt I could knock you off your pedestal.”
“I doubt you could either.” He gets in my face. “But don’t even try.”
“Are we going or what?”
He turns and walks off, leaving me to follow behind. When we’re out in the driveway, he points to his Porsche. “Back seat.”
