Cedric and I were the only ones without laptops. We never took notes and still aced every exam.
Blair’s MacBook sat open on her desk, and the screen was dark. A notebook rested across the keyboard while she wrote in it with her left hand.
I licked my lips, imagining all the things I’d make that hand do.
Her dark brown hair was pulled into a tight ponytail and tied with a red ribbon. Six freckles dotted the nape of her neck. I wanted to take my knife and play connect the dots with it.
Resting my arms on the desk, I leaned in closer, inhaling her perfume and frowning in disappointment at the cheap scent.
Did she buy that shit at the gas station?
Anyone who willingly wanted to smell like raspberry candy deserved death row.
She’d need to fix that.
Her Saint Vale button-up was crooked at the collar, which annoyed me even more. While she matched the rest of the students in their white shirts, mine was black. So was Cedric’s. White wasn’t good for bloodstains.
Sunlight poured through the tall windows, striking her right cheek. I peered over her head, appreciating the mural of a demon sacrificing angels above the whiteboard.
Aside from the loser professor, this was my favorite class,thanks to that painting. I respected any form of art that involved slaughter.
I cracked my neck and clicked my tongue to get Blair’s attention.
Her neighbor glanced back, but not her.
I cleared my throat. Same result.
Tension knotted in my neck. I flexed my fingers, debating if she was ignoring me intentionally or just too absorbed in that notebook of hers. I made a mental note to burn that fucking thing if it became a habit.
Blair was about to learn her first lesson at Saint Vale: nobody ignored me.
If I coughed, if I so much as breathed in her direction, she needed to give me her undivided attention.
While Nelson prattled on, I stretched forward and clamped my hand around her ponytail. I pulled on it, but she didn’t react.
Heat rushed to my cock when I tugged it again. Harder this time.
Her head snapped back, and she whipped around to glare at me over her shoulder.
I settled back in my chair, keeping a straight face, waiting for her to confront me.
But all she did was narrow those green doe eyes at me.
Disappointment settled over me like dust when she spun back around. Her ponytail whipped through the air with the movement.
When she started writing again, I yanked her ponytail harder. So hard that I nearly dragged her out of the seat.
Cedric snorted beside me.
She dropped her pen, swinging entirely around to stare at me in horror. “Why are you pulling my hair?” Her voice dripped with attitude but was still soft-spoken. Like sugar laced with poison.
I smiled wickedly, now fully able to see every feature on her face.
Up close, she was prettier than I’d expected, more attractivethan her school photos. Smooth skin with no blemishes. Her short bangs parted over her forehead, framing her heart-shaped face. Cheeks a subtle pink, like she’d been out in the sun for too long.
Her lips were glossy and full, and I wondered how hard I’d have to bite to make them bleed. Then I imagined them bloody while my cock made them open wider.
When I didn’t answer because I was too busy brainstorming all the ways I wanted to ruin that pretty face, she waved her hand in front of my face.
