Page 14 of Whisper Pretty Lies (Lust & Liars #1)

Cam

This year was going to be boring as hell.

All I wanted was to fucking party with my friends and enjoy our senior year, but they had other plans.

Damon was supposed to head off to a junior hockey league so he could get into a top tier NCAA college with a pro team already signed on.

Hawk swore he needed to focus on his college applications.

This summer changed their plans.

The counselor encouraged Hawk to seek out something to balance out his fantastic grades and hockey for his college application. And Damon is stuck here with us because of his father and the accident. I can’t wait to make the most of it.

I mean, every guy needs a little project. And thanks to Chase Chadwick, which is a stupid fucking name, we have ours. EvanAnn Ward.

Not the hottest girl in school, or the wealthiest, or the prettiest, or the most popular.

Fuck, this girl falls pretty far down in the rankings of girls at Deimos and Anteros, which is saying something.

She’s not ugly. She’s pretty enough and she’d probably be considered hot at a normal school.

But she’s also super geeky. Theater nerd and top of the class.

My first class today is English Literature. When I walk in, I immediately catch sight of EvanAnn, sitting close to the front of the class with no one around her. The tables are large and have two chairs each. Usually, you end up partnering with your table mate for the semester.

Most girls travel in packs to avoid being paired up with some rando. Not little miss goody two-shoes.

I ignore the girls batting their eyelashes at me and flaunting their cleavage like I haven’t seen tits before, and head over to snag the chair next to EvanAnn. She glances toward me, completely blasé about whoever was going to sit at her table.

Until she recognizes me. Her eyes widen and there’s that hint of fear in her gaze as she reaches for her books.

I release a huge sigh. “Are we going to do this dance again?”

She tilts her head like I’m speaking a foreign language.

“I’m going to sit here. But if you move, I’m going to follow you to that spot.

So can we chill with the dramatics and accept the fact I’m going to sit next to you for this class?

” I flash her my smile. “I’d hate to start rumors when I have to kick people out of their seats because you sit with them. ”

Her lips purse like she wants to say something, but decides not to. She pushes her books back where they were.

“Looks like I have you to myself.” My hair falls into my eyes and I blow it out of the way before giving her that smoldering look girls love.

She looks at me like I’ve grown an extra head and it isn’t as attractive as the first one. What the fuck is up with this girl?

Sure, she’s got a boyfriend, but that’s never stopped girls from talking or even flirting with me. A few of them even blew me or fucked me despite their relationship status. Don’t know if they told their boyfriends, but if a girl’s down to fuck around, who am I to say no?

EvanAnn pulls out her phone. That’s cute. She’s going to try to ignore me. She’s definitely not like most girls. I’ve seen her at parties, but only since last spring when Chase decided to date her.

Gotta admit, I didn’t think she was his type. He’s almost as loud and gregarious as I am. And a fuckboy to boot. That guy was swimming in pussy all the fucking time. But now he’s with EvanAnn. Shy, little bookworm Evan.

Damon thinks that it’s all an act. From what he’s seen, she knows how to be a bad girl. I could see her being a little wild beneath that innocent facade. I’d love to get a taste of her wild side.

I lean back in my chair and study her. Her cheeks are pink. She’s got her blond hair tied back into one of those messy buns girls like to do. I prefer it down around her shoulders, but back means I don’t have to gather it in my hands to watch her suck my cock.

My gaze lingers on her lips. Her pink, pouty lips would look good stretched around my dick, which rises to the occasion like I’m calling the fucker out of hibernation. I usually have some control, but the more I focus on those lips, the harder I get.

I need to move on to her other assets, because English Lit isn’t exactly the best place to pop a boner. Her breasts aren’t the biggest, but they’re big enough. My cock twitches and I reach down to adjust.

She glances over at the movement and her eyes widen before she looks away like she didn’t see my hard-on for her. I’m tempted to grab her hand and let her feel what she does to me. What would she do if I shoved her hand in my pants?

Her skirt is short like the other girls’, showing off those long legs.

Fuck, maybe I’ll slide my hand beneath it and see what I can do for her.

Her skirt isn’t rolled at the waist to make it shorter.

I don’t think she’s wearing a too-small skirt to be slutty though.

After seeing her place yesterday, I’m pretty sure she’s just poor and uniforms are expensive.

Not that she can’t be slutty and poor. Some of my favorite slutty girls are poor. But EvanAnn doesn’t strike me as the slutty type. I think I’m going to have to disagree with Damon on this one.

I know what he saw, but I don’t see it when I look at the girl next to me.

Though I’m willing to see how far I can get with her. Sometimes the shy ones do like to get wild.

I put my arms on the desk. “What’s the plan, goody two-shoes?”

She blows out a breath and turns to face me. Those eyes of hers are huge and blue like the summer sky. She’s not classically beautiful, which doesn’t bother me. She’s cute and sexy in that uptight way of hers.

“What do you mean?” she asks.

I mean, fuck, I can’t wait to hear her ask me to make her come in that voice. It’s low and a little rough. I move closer and wet my lips.

“I mean, when are the two of us going to find some place to have alone time?” I give her a wink and I swear her brain short-circuits.

Her mouth opens and closes, then opens again. Her knees press tight together as she turns to face the front of the classroom.

“Come on, EvanAnn, aren’t you tired of doing what everyone expects you to do?” I scoot my chair closer to her and inhale her scent that makes my balls ache. It’s like cedar. Most girls smell sweet or flowery, but not EvanAnn, like her name, her smell is unique and makes my cock rock hard.

“What does everyone expect me to do?” she asks. She sounds genuinely confused.

“Be a good girl and sit in class all day. Make the best grades. Be the best little director. Never let your hair down and feel the wind in your face.” I lean in a little closer.

Her eyes darken slightly. I affect her. Good.

“Feel a motor purring between your legs as you squeeze those thighs around my hips.”

Her brow furrows. “Are you talking about riding your motorcycle?”

I smirk. “It’s a start. I have other things you could ride, goody two-shoes.”

Her gaze drops to my crotch, which, fuck, makes my dick pulse. Maybe not that innocent, after all.

EvanAnn

I need a cold shower. Seriously, what is wrong with me? The image of Cam on his motorcycle and me straddling him was a little too vivid for my liking. Especially inhaling his leather and sandalwood scent.

I’m not that kind of girl. I don’t like when things go fast.

The teacher comes in and gives us the typical first day lecture before sending us off to second period. As soon as the bell rings, I hurry away from Cam as fast as I can. Why would his offer even begin to tempt me?

It doesn’t make sense. Chase is my boyfriend. He’s all I need. He’s respectful and kind and considerate. He doesn’t push me beyond where I’m comfortable. I don’t need to ride a motorcycle or feel anything between my legs. Especially not while uncomfortably wet. This is ridiculous.

I shouldn’t be reacting to these guys at all. They shouldn’t even be noticing me, because I’m not on their level. Not even close. I’m so far beneath them, it’s laughable.

I shouldn’t be on their radar. But now that I’m on it, I have no idea how to get off it.

And I can’t deny part of me wants to stay on it. That part is so damned curious. Why can’t I be curious about Chase? My actual boyfriend? He’s everything they are. Attractive, wealthy, athletic.

He should be the only one on my mind and making my panties damp. He’s helping me break out of my shell. We date and go to parties, when I was all about school before.

I walk into second period and almost walk right back out. Damon sits in the back. His blue eyes fire daggers in my direction. How am I supposed to live with this guy when he so clearly hates me? And why does him hating me not turn me off?

The only good part is, he’s already seated, so I can sit as far away from him as possible.

Unfortunately, there aren’t many seats left in the class to take.

I head to the front of class. Before I set my things down, a Deimos girl takes one look at me, plops her backpack on the chair, and says, “This seat is taken.”

Fair enough. There are still more chairs.

A few people came in and filled in the gaps while I was trying for that chair. There’s one right next to Damon or one in the far corner. He’s watching me. Is he wondering if I have the balls to go for the chair next to him?

For a second, I want to prove to him I can be bold if I need to be. I make decisions all the time for the plays I direct.

Instead, I go to the corner and sit down. I don’t know what’s going to happen over the next year, but I need some space. And I’m going to need space from Damon, especially if I’m going to be sleeping twenty paces away from him for the rest of the school year.

For the most part, teachers let you sit where you want at Deimos. On occasion, a teacher will put us alphabetically, which puts me near Hawk or Cam, but not Damon.