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And everyone took notice. There were whispers and stares. Having the guys suddenly do a one eighty with me left everyone in complete confusion. Though I’m sure the way I looked also didn’t help things.
And it didn’t stop when I just walked in.
If I got up to go look at books, one of them was always with me. Then let’s talk about the fact that they’re already in all of my classes. I have one of them near me all the time.
They walked everywhere with me, ate lunch with me, even made sure I was fine for bathroom breaks.
At one point, I made sure to mention that I wasn’t made of glass. I wouldn’t break. But they ignored that fact and continued to act like protective cavemen.
They also went with me and waited while I to talked to the headmaster about the bathroom incident. Apparently, the Queens of Cuntsville went to the headmaster and told him that I jumped them. When I showed up all bruised up and beaten, I quickly put that lie to rest.
It was very obvious I didn’t start anything. But also, the headmaster didn’t do shit to them for lying and starting the fight. But whatever. At least I didn’t have detention, and that was all I really cared about.
Thursday was truly a blur. Besides having three guys up my ass all day long, everything went about like it was a normal day. No one bothered me, no one cared about me, it was nice. I’ll take the win.
“You’re coming to the game, Spitfire,” Dax says as he rolls up next to me, waving to Mason, who’s off to his next class. I grab my books I need for English class out of my locker and slam it shut. I turn and stare into those very sexy green eyes. My hands itch to run my fingers through his hair. I clear my throat and remember he just commanded something from me.
“Um, no.”
He glowers at me. “Don’t fight this, you’re coming. I want you there, watching me and Mase destroying the Bucs.” Dax runs a finger down the side of my face, and my body instantly goes into puddle mode.
“Dax, I hate football. Besides, it’s with people. People I really don’t want to be around. I don’t want to be there alone.” I close my eyes as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ears. The act is soft, comforting.
“You won’t be. Colton will be with you, and you can bring your roomie. Then after, we will go to my house and celebrate the win.” He winks at me.
“Wow. Got a lot of confidence there, Mr. Quarterback. How do you know you’ll pull off that win?”
Suddenly, I’m spun with my back hitting against the locker. Dax’s arms box in my head. His lips are almost touching mine. “Because I always win. I always get what I want.”
My nipples harden under his stare, the intensity of his presence. If he were to reach up under my skirt, he would find a flood underneath. My breathing quickens. “W-What is it that you want?”
“Right now?” His eyes meet mine for a millisecond before his lips swallow mine. His tongue dominates against my tongue, his body pushing into me. He groans as he pulls on my lip with his teeth. “Fuck, I’ve been dying to do that.”
My breathing’s erratic, and I’m trying to come to terms with the fact that he just made out with me in the middle of the hallway around the students who are now standing there in complete shock. Yeah, peeps, join the fucking club.
His thumb brushes against my bottom lip, and the look in his eyes tell me he wants to do way more than what we just did. My lady parts would tell you the same. Holy hell.
“Let’s go, Spitfire. Before I take you up against the lockers.” He grabs my hand and pulls me out of my trance. We walk, hand in fucking hand, all the way to the library.
I swear to fuck, I’m in a different goddamn reality.
As we stroll into the library, all eyes immediately take in the connection that Dax has on me. And of course, Tiffany is shocked to the point that her mouth drops open and her eyes widen to saucers. She even turns fiery red, and I almost outwardly laugh at the sight. She looks like she’s going to blow a gasket.
We spend the class researching our papers, but not without Dax whispering things he would rather be doing than this. All of it includes me, naked.
By the time lunch rolls around, I’m famished. When we get to the dining hall, I split from Dax and go and grab some chicken fingers and fries. I can feel all three of them watching me. Waiting for God knows what but watching every move I make.
I start to head to the table I normally sit at with Liz, who is sitting there waiting for me.
“Hey, where are you going, Red?” Mason comes up alongside me.
I deadpan. “To sit and eat.”
“The table’s over there.” He points to the table that the kings and queens sit at.
“Oh, hell no. Sorry. Not sitting there. You all can do your weird staring thing from there, but I’m going to sit with my roommate.”
Mason’s lips form a thin line, and he cocks his head to the side. “Hm. Okay.” He lets me go and turns back towards the table.