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“Will you come to the game?” He takes a step closer to me.
“Now you’re pushing it. Party, sure. I’m not going anywhere near a football field.” I step back and grab my bag. “See you later, Chad. I need to drag this outside and get my ass to detention.”
He grins wider and waves at me as I walk up to the bin and pull it out the first set of doors I see. I’m not sure who comes and gets this, and honestly, I could care less. I did my very unwarranted punishment, and now I need to serve my time.
I make my way over to the Emerson building and find the classroom. I walk in and hand the warden my slip.
“Pick a seat. Stay quiet. No homework. You are here to sit and waste my time.” The old codger says, not even looking at me. He’s bald with a few wisps of hair barely hanging on. His face is all wrinkly, and there are dark moles on the surface of his skin. This guy may have been alive at the signing of the Declaration of Independence.
I turn towards the desks and find one towards the back by the window. As I walk down the aisle, I notice I’m the only one in the room. Great, so first week here and the only one in detention on a Friday.
Living the high life, Nix.
I fall into my seat and fold my arms across my chest. I have to sit here for an hour. Awesomesauce. I let out a long breath and stare out the window. Sixty minutes of pure boredom. At least it’s a beautiful day. There are no clouds in the sky, and the trees sway slightly from the little wind that is blowing. It would be nicer to be outside than being stuck here in this hell.
About ten minutes into my sentence, the door to the classroom opens, and I think that someone else is finally coming to join me in my solitude. The old lump in the front doesn’t even flinch.
But the three guys that walk through the door are the last three people I expected to see.
“Fuck,” I mutter under my breath.
“Hey, Spitfire.” Dax turns the desk around in front of me and sits facing me. Mason and Colton pull up desks next to me.
I look at the teacher who hasn’t looked up since the three came in. Obviously, they can do whatever the fuck they want, so I’m learning.
“What do you want?” I stare at Daxon, not blinking.
“Did you get your locker all cleaned up? Such a shame someone did that to you.” An evil smirk forms on his face. He cocks his head and doesn’t break eye contact with me.
“You know who did it? What the fuck? I’m sitting here because of it! You need to tell the Headmaster, you bastard.” My hands grip the side of the desk, my knuckles turning white. Of course they know, and it’s a long shot that they will actually help me, but one I’m willing to take.
“Can’t do that, Red,” Mason speaks up.
My head whips towards him. “Why the fuck not?” I know that fucking George Washington up there can hear this. He can hear I’m in detention for something I didn’t do. Yet he sits there, growing older by the second.
“Because your undoing will be the best thing all year.” Dax says. My eyes find his and I swear if they could shoot daggers, he would have twenty firing off at him right now.
“My undoing? What the fuck is wrong with you three? I don’t care who you are or how much money you have. I want to graduate and get the fuck out of here. So just leave me the fuck alone.”
“Can’t do that, Red,” Mason says again.
“Is that the only thing you can say?” I glare at him. “Look, this new person hazing is bullshit, so grow up. We ignore each other for a year, and you go marry the pussy your parents have lined up for you. I’ll do my thing and forget every single one of you.”
“What did Chad say to you?” Colton pulls my attention away from Mason. His voice is quieter than the other two. He adjusts his black rimmed glasses and clears his throat. “I’ll ask again, what did Chad say?”
I look back and forth between all three and then laugh. “You’re kidding right? Why the fuck do you even care? It’s none of your business.”
“It absolutely is my business, our business. So, what did he say?” Mason shakes his head.
“Really? Because he was there helping me clean a mess I didn’t even do. Whereas you three know what actually happened and refuse to get me out of this.” I swing my arms around the room. “So please, kindly go fuck yourselves.”
“A dirty locker is the least of your worries. So is your little STD problem.” Dax leans closer to me, his eyes dropping down to my lips, and I can feel my heartrate pick up. “Stay away from him. You’re ours.”
“I’m sorry, I think I’m hallucinating. Did I fall asleep? Is this a dream? I swear your pompous, rich ass just said I was yours. Please go take a long walk off a short dock.” I shake my head and inwardly groan.
Dax reaches over and grabs my chin, and his touch burns me. His single touch ignites every inch of my skin on fire. Holy shit.
His eyes move from mine to my lips, and his vibrant eyes darken. I hold back a moan as his grip tightens on my chin. As I sit here, feeling his touch in every part of my body, I try to keep from rubbing my thighs together.