A warning not to get on his bad side?A warning not to be with Frasier so he could have me to himself?A warning that if I went against his orders and refused to be a good girl for him that he would punish me?
“Oh, yeah?”I whispered, brushing my leg against his.“You think so?”
Cairo glanced down between us for a moment.Then, to my surprise, he squeezed my thigh, his fingers lightly digging into my skin.He leaned closer.“Don’t make the mistake of thinking that I won’t ruin you the next time we’re alone.”
Then he stood from his seat, grabbing all his belongings, and walked away from the table, muttering something about having to get to class before the bell because he had to redo an exam, which was a lie.Cairo never had to make up any exams.He was a straight-A student.
“Slutting around with The Crew,” Arch noted.“Fits you, Hellcat.”
I cut my glare to him.“I am not slutting it around with you guys!”
“Seems like it.”
“Well, maybe your mom needs to buy you glasses,” I said.“I just made my choice.”
For the first time today, Rush looked over at me.That seemed to get his attention.
“Your choice?”Arch growled.“What the fuck does that mean?”
“It means that Frasier and Astrid are together,” Calix said.
“No, they aren’t,” Arch said.
Frasier smirked.“Yes, we are.”
“Bullshit,” Arch said.
“Call bullshit all you want,” Frasier said, tugging me closer by his grip on my thigh.
Rush slammed his palms onto the table and stormed out of the cafeteria, leaving four of us.I swallowed hard and looked from Arch to Calix, who mirrored each other’s pissed facial expressions.
Frasier placed his mouth on my ear and kissed it, way slower than I wanted him to.More and more eyes shifted to us.“She’s mine, boys.All mine.”
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
CAIRO
Astrid leanedagainst the Physics table, strands of her hair falling into her face.I averted my gaze away from her and took notes in my book to look busy.Ever since I had found out that she was dating Frasier—Frasier, for God’s sake—I couldn’t stop thinking about it.
Did this morning mean nothing to her?Is sheactuallydating him?What does she see in a playboy like him?
Honestly, I had thought that if a good girl like her was going to date anyone in The Crew, it’d be Calix or me.
I desperately wanted it to be me.And only me.
“What is it?”Astrid whispered.
I snapped out of my trance, realizing that I had been staring at her again, and cleared my throat, my shoulders shrugging.“Nothing …”Just that you’re dating one of my best friends, even after our coffee date this morning!
With my pencil, I outlined all the diagrams in my textbook.The equations meant nothing to me right now, as I couldn’t focus.I hadn’t been able to focus since Mr.Gosche sat Astrid next to me a few weeks ago.
“We still doing coffee?”she asked, leaning closer, her breasts brushing against my arm.
“Coffee, huh?”I asked, stiff—everywhere.“Is that what you want?”
Astrid batted her lashes at me.“Of course.What else could I want?”
After drawing my tongue across my teeth, I peered back at my textbook.“I don’t think Frasier would like that much.”I balled my hand into a fist around my pencil.“Why don’t you get coffee with him tomorrow morning?”
