Page 13 of The Devastation You Reap

"I'm not going out with you."

Wrapping my barely eaten sandwich, I shove it back in the bag along with the cookies.

"You lost, Red."

"To a bet I didn't agree to," I argue.

"Still a bet though." The skin around his eyes crinkles with his amusement as if he already knows he's won.

To be fair, he probably has. I'm not naïve enough to think that Leon Dunn doesn't always get what he wants.

"I don't date football players."

He laughs, shaking his head as if it's an excuse he's heard a million times.

Resting his arm along the back of the bench, he slides a little closer, his already unignorable scent only getting stronger as the heat of his thigh burns mine.

"Oh yeah, and why's that?"

"Because you're all arrogant, conceited assholes."

"Whoa, Macie Smith, tell me how you really feel," he says, faking his hurt as he covers his heart with his palm.

"You all think you're God's gift to the world and expect everyone to do exactly as you say."

"Huh." He nods as if he's thinking about my words. "So how about you go out with me again and I'll prove you wrong."

"Why? Why do you want to go out with me? I'm the one who stopped you from getting laid last night. You should hate me for cockblocking you."

Something flashes in the green depths but it's gone too quickly to be able to decipher it.

"I think you did me a favor actually," he admits, his hand lifting toward my back.

Leaning as far forward as I can, I glower at him.

"See," I say, glancing at his still outstretched hand. "You think you can do exactly what you want and can get away with it."

His eyes hold mine, the intensity in them rendering me useless and allowing him to continue with what he wanted to do.

Sweeping a lock of hair off my cheek, he tucks it gently behind my ear before letting his knuckles lightly brush down my neck.

I gasp at the sensation that races through my body at his simple touch and his eyes flash with heat.

"As I was saying, I think you did me a favor. Your roommate wasn't really my type."

"Easy isn't your type?" I blurt out, instantly kicking myself for the comment.

"Good friends, huh?"

"W-we're just very different people."

"I'm starting to see that," he murmurs, sucking his bottom lip into his mouth as his eyes flick down to mine.

Uncomfortable with the feelings he's causing within me, I hop up and take a huge step away from the bench.

Not willing to let me go though, he stands and runs his hand through his dark hair, pushing the loose strands back from his brow as his eyes run down the length of my body.

"I-I don't think this is a good idea. I need to leave."