Page 74 of Deceptive Games

“You had your first time with her in the bathroom? How classy of you,” Caden snorted as we watched our girl walk away, swinging her hips on purpose. My dick was already hard again, so it was going to be a long day.

“I didn’t plan to. I just wanted to talk in private. I had a whole speech ready and was going to grovel,” I huffed.

“She must have liked the speech if she let you fuck her.”

“Didn’t even get a damn word out. I just kissed her and the next thing I knew she was tugging my pants down.”

“I think you're forgiven,” he replied dryly, and I couldn’t help but smirk.

“Of course I am. My dick could create world peace.”

He rolled his eyes and slung an arm around my shoulders as we walked along the hallway, my mind still reeling that Rory had let me into her panties. After everything she’d been through, she’d trusted me with her body.

I couldn’t lie, it was the best feeling in the world.

Caden wandered off to his next class, and I ran into Jensen on the way to mine. I had no idea where Lukas was, but I wasn’t surprised to see him avoiding Jensen. They had weird tension lately, and part of me wondered if somethinghadhappened between them.

He had Biology with Rory, so he was probably waiting there for her.

“Hey,” I greeted, his eyes glancing around behind me.

“Hey. Where’s Rory?”

“She went to Biology.”

“She forgave you then?”

“My dick fixes everything,” I answered, his eyes narrowing.

“You fucked her at school? Dude?—”

“She practically ripped my damn pants off. She started it. Sort of,” I replied, moving closer to him so no one would hear my next question. “What’s going on with you and Luke? He’s avoiding you.”

“No, he’s not,” he replied, but it sounded strained.

“He is. Are you two fighting? Or did something else happen?” I knew I was pushing it from the way he glared at me, and I put my hands up in surrender. “Sorry, I’ll stop. I’m just worried about you guys. Is he okay? Caden said he seemed fine this morning, but it’s not healthy to bounce back like that. Is he masking it well or something?”

“You know what he’s like. He shifts moods so easily once he’s away from his damn mother. I think spending the night alone with Rory did him some good,” he replied, some of the annoyance leaving him. “She’s so good with him. I’m glad they worked through their problems.”

“Want to ditch? We can put blue dye in the cheer team’s hair toner,” I suggested, earning a smirk in return.

“That shit they use to keep their hair blonde? Deal.”

We headed towards the girls’ gym locker rooms, stopping in the supply room for the dye on the way. Once the toner bottles were all topped up with the blue liquid, we shook them up a little and made sure to leave everything as it was before walking out to the bleachers to watch the show.

The girls were usually excused from their classes on game day, and sure enough, a bunch of them started heading into the locker rooms to get ready.

I lit a cigarette and scrolled on my phone, the coach giving me a dirty look as he walked past on his way to his office. The football team would be here to train soon too, which would be even more entertaining.

Our team sucked, we rarely won any games. Ashburn Valley High slaughtered us regularly, and both Crestford Academy and Kingslake Academy had really good teams too.

Jensen’s dad had harassed him for the first two years of high school to try and bully him into joining the team. He’d been a meathead frat boy back in his day and kept saying it was Jensen’s legacy to follow in his footsteps.

Jensen had zero interest in joining a frat when we went to college, let alone play football.

My parents would’ve preferred me to join the team too since I wasn’t following in their footsteps down the red carpet, but I didn’t give a fuck about what they wanted.

We didn’t need it for social status or a scholarship, so what was the point?