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“No, I made a mess,” I correct her. Pulling open the drawers, I find several boxes of ‘emergency’ tissues. There’s a rumor Dr. Wright likes to jerk off in between classes.

I give the man a large berth whenever I see him, because that’s just disgusting. He’s working. The fact he predominantly teaches tenth graders is also concerning.

Pulling some tissues, I do the gentlemanly thing and clean Noor up a little. There’s an odd look on her face, but it clears up the second I open my mouth.

“I’ll continue to drip out of your cunt all day, baby,” I grin.

“Fuck off,” she says, getting up to grab her backpack.

Throwing out the trash, I put my dick away and lunge to grab her ruined panties to shove them into my pocket. Ignoring her glare, I pick up my earlier discarded backpack to drag it onto my shoulder.

“One of the guys will happily use this to jerk off into later,” I drawl. “If Ciaran needs a little motivation at practice, this will for sure do the trick.”

“The only thing you’re useful for is to get me off,” she grumbles, adjusting her tits into her bra and fixing the buttons of her shirt.

“Did you forget your tits were out?” I tease her. Her hand was reaching out for the lock on the door before she realized it.

“I blame your dick,” she mumbles.

Noor looks a little out of it, so I move closer to her. She leans against me without hesitation, making me frown.

“Are you feeling alright?” I ask.

You don’t care. No. Nope. Not at all.

“I’ll be fine,” she murmurs, glancing to see that she’s pressed against me. “Oh shit. I should have known I wasn’t leaning against the wall.”

“Noor,” I say sharply, stepping so that I can see her eyes. “What the fuck?”

“Migraines,” she says, waving her hand through the air tiredly. “They’ll kill me one day, or I’ll finally do it myself.”

My jaw drops as she unlocks the door and pushes it open, hurrying away.

“The fuck you just said that to me,” I say, rushing after her.

Glancing over the heads of the students walking the halls, I see her heart shaped face glance over her shoulder before she walks around the corner.

Dammit.

“She’s not here,” Ciaran says, his gaze moving over the crowd in my backyard. “Why the fuck isn’t she here?”

“She’s been…weird lately,” I admit.

“How so?” Draven asks, taking a long sip of his beer.

We won the game last night, but not before I fucked Draven in the locker room first. Kelsie did catch us and asked if she could help. Draven told her to go fuck herself with someone else’s dick, to which she screeched bloody murder.

We barely saw Noor last night because she walked into the locker room after the game, grabbed her things with her ridiculous costume mask on, and threw up a peace sign as she left. The players hooted and hollered, and a couple teased her for leaving so soon. Most surprisingly, Coach didn’t say anything about it, and continued his speech once she left.

Thankfully, this past game was a shut out, and he didn’t sound pissed off. He’s been riding us hard all week for how we almost lost our previous game, and my legs are still sore.

“Her foster family was in the stands last night,” Ciaran says, his eyes narrowing as he remembers. “I saw two of the guys Mrs. Denton is married to. That’s odd, right?”

“The entire family is odd,” I grunt, fishing out a beer from the cooler by our feet. Everyone else is having a great time, while we ignore them all. This party is about being seen, not sociable. The magic of even having it doesn’t feel the same without Noor here. “Do you think they know what happened at her first game?”

“Something tells me we’d be dead if they knew,” Draven replies. “I want to know where she is.”

“Ugh, being your friend is exhausting,” Ciaran groans, smirking as he pulls his laptop out of his bag nearby. He can’t spend the night, but told his parents he’d be home late. “I had a feeling she might not show up. Nope is too rebellious to do what she’s told.”