Page 5 of Poison Touch (Monarch Vipers #1)
EDGE
The new girl has balls. Unlike most girls here at Monarch who fall at my feet and will do anything , anywhere for me, she basically told me to fuck off to my face, then simply walked away. Not only did she get my attention but she snagged the rest of the school’s as well with that stunt.
Gunner, one of the twins, props his arm on my shoulder as we walk down the hall. “So, what are you going to do with the new hot little heathen?”
She is hot as fuck, and I have a thousand ideas of what I want to do with her, none of which I want anyone in this hallway to witness. “Kindly let her know who’s in charge,” I answer.
He huffs out a laugh. “Good luck with that, bro. That chick right there…” He points down the hall to the girl with long black hair. Her back is to us, but there’s no mistaking that it’s Ninja with her high socks and black boots. “She just might be your ultimate match.”
Levi, Gunner’s brother, says, “Whatever the fuck happens, I want a front-row seat.” He rubs his hands together as if he’s getting ready for a showdown.
“I don’t even know this girl, and I already like her,” Estelle, Levi’s girlfriend, says.
As expected, Kade says nothing. His silence alone says all I need to know. If I have my way, I’ll say my peace, the little ninja will nod in agreement, and we’ll both go our separate ways. But something tells me dealing with this firecracker won’t be that easy.
The crowd in the hall parts as we approach the little ninja.
When we’re halfway to our target, I call out to her.
She slows but doesn’t turn around until the daughter of Monarch’s chancellor looks over her shoulder and says something to her.
Only then does she stop and unhurriedly turn in our direction.
Seeing us come toward her, she crosses her arms over her chest. Usually, that’s a defensive posture, but she uses the gesture to signify pure boredom.
The blue-haired girl, Eden, I think her name is, tucks herself in behind the new girl. At least someone has their fucking head on straight.
Ninja blows out a small bubble, pops it, then sucks the thin layer of gum back into her mouth.
She’s the poster child for bad schoolgirls, especially in Monarch’s uniform.
She wears the standard white shirt, unbuttoned to reveal just enough skin to have my gaze traveling down the line of her delicate throat to the tight knot of the necktie lying over the inviting crease of perfect breasts.
My eyes continue to drag down the length of her body over the plaid short skirt to several inches of her smooth, slightly parted thighs, then black over-the-knee socks with chunky boots.
I’ve seen hundreds of girls in that uniform, and I’ve never seen any of them make the uniform look as hot as she does.
The closer I move in on Monarch’s new troublemaker, the more I think I may have made a mistake I can’t back out of. She sets her sights on me and juts her full, pouty lips. As I close the distance between us, the shuffling and murmurs of everyone around us fall away. It’s only her and me.
I stop a few inches from her. She doesn’t step back but holds her ground. Her sweet, minty breath tickles my nose. My senses run wild, imagining that mouth, how it tastes and all of its capabilities. Fuck. Who am I kidding? I want to know how she tastes everywhere.
Tilting her head slightly to the left and smirking, she makes it clear she doesn’t miss how my gaze is glued to her lips.
There’s a hint of humor in those blue eyes, as if she gets off on encounters like this.
When the corner of her mouth lifts a fraction, the slight shift is her tell.
This dark-haired beauty clearly enjoys the challenge of being called out front and center to defend.
I wonder if she knows what she’s giving away.
I almost run with it, letting her know she’s not as slick as she thinks before I notice her eyes…
and fuck me to the corner of the earth. Those clear oceans of bright blue are as striking and unyielding as the first time I saw them.
My heart stammers and then picks up its pace.
The change is sudden and subtle to the naked eye.
But as close as our bodies are, I hope she doesn’t notice.
In the parking lot, I was paying more attention to the overall scene of the hot new girl on the badass motorcycle than the details.
Now that I’m standing directly in front of her, the realization of who she is hits me like a meteor falling right out of the fucking sky, and it’s like I’m staring at a fucking ghost.