“Fuck off, Devon,” I said as I leaned on one arm on the wall and crowded into Bryony.
Devon had the cheek to offer a disgusted look. “Seriously, get to Edwards’ office.”
Annoyed that Devon was disturbing my game with Bryony, I turned and grabbed his tee and hauled him close. “Dude, I’ll say this again.Piss off, I’m busy.”
Devon sent me the dirtiest stare in his arsenal, which didn’t bother me in the slightest. I needed my cock sucked, and Bryony was one of the best.
He yanked free and stepped away. “Fuck knows what Alicia ever saw in you,” Devon hissed and walked away. Happy, I grinned and turned back to Bryony.
I was getting to second base when the doors banged open, and voices disturbed me. What the hell was this gym today? A revolving door?
“Mrs Jems said that Alicia’s scream was horrifying,” Jacob stated.
“The cops escorted Alicia out. Do we know what she’s done?” Mattie replied.
“Carmelle and Samantha apparently outed Oliver for cheating, and Alicia’s devastated,” Lucas interjected.
“Whatever it was she was arrested for, it has to be bad. Devon saw everything go down but won’t say anything,” Jacob added.
“What the fuck is going on? Can’t you tell I’m busy?” I snapped as I turned around. Why were they discussing Liss?
“Seriously? You’re getting a blow job while your girlfriend’s been carted off by the cops?” Josh demanded.
“What?” I straightened up. What was Josh talking about?
“God, I looked up to you, man. Thought you were something,” Lucas sneered in disgust.
Fists clenched, I took offence and stepped towards him. Lucas held his ground.
“What the fuck are you saying?” I said, as grudging respect rose for Lucas.
“Carmelle and Samantha outed you for cheating with Bryony. Mr Edwards escorted Alicia to the principal’s office before there was a fight. Then Devon overheard Alicia screaming, and two cops walked her out,” Mattie blurted.
Shocked, I stiffened. What the hell? “You sure? That’s overkill for a fight that didn’t happen.”
The door opened, and Devon entered. I marched over, needing answers.
“What’s this shit you’re spreading?” I yelled, pushing Devon hard. Devon surprised the hell out of me when he shoved back angrily.
“Don’t touch me. I came to fetch you, but you were too busy screwing around with that slut,” Devon sneered.
Hate welled. I drew my fist back.
Devon stepped forward, shocking me even more. “Got something to say, Oliver?”
The dislike and revulsion couldn’t be disguised; I was seeing what Devon really thought of me—and that was unsettling.
“Why are you spreading the news that Liss was arrested for a fight that never happened?”
“That’s the rumour going around, not one I spread,” Devon replied.
“Rumours are saying you heard Alicia screaming because Carmelle told her about Bryony,” I yelled.
Devon stepped up and got in my face.
“I can’t imagine what it’s like being you, Oliver. Cocky and confident. Here are some facts. One, you’re an asshole who never deserved Alicia. She’s too good for you. Two, I really did want to date Alicia a year ago; I wasn’t out to get laid. Unlike you, I recognised quality and wanted Alicia. Three, today, Carmelle and Samantha were gloating about you screwing Bryony behind Alicia’s back. Alicia heard.”
I ground my teeth, feeling the urge to smash Devon’s face in.
