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“Alright, I’ll go.”
“Really?” he asks, surprised.
“Yeah, it’s not a date or anything.” His smile falls. “I don’t date, Jeremy.”
“Oh…that’s cool. All about school, huh?”
“Yeah.”
He shrugs, but I can tell he’s bothered. He’s good-looking, and he knows it.
Another time, I would have been flattered. Giddy with excitement. I’m just not that girl anymore.
It's Friday, and the air crackles with anticipation at the Kenyan swim meet. The scent of chlorine wafts through the venue as I navigate the crowded stands, my heart pounding with a mix of excitement and apprehension. I look around and see a couple of girls from my classes gawking at the guys with their hard abs. They all have perfect physiques without an ounce of fat on their sculpted bodies. I didn’t think all the guys on the swim team looked like this under their clothes. I thought it was just Valen. Some have tattoos, but all have smooth skin. The guys from our school wear black shorts like a second skin molded to strong thighs instead of briefs.
“Oh my God...” someone blurts it out.
“He is so fucking hot,” the girl below me says, seated next to three other girls wearing skirts so short that it looks like they are sitting in just their panties.
I look up to see who they are talking about, and I’m not surprised. Valen is walking toward the bench with the rest of the guys ahead of Garret and Jeremy. My eyes fall to the bulge between his legs, remembering what his cock looks like underneath. Memories of that night at the pool play in my head, then the picture Rose took of him and Melissa at the bar the other night.
I tear my gaze away and meet dark eyes and a warm smile. Jeremy stares in my direction. I look behind me and find the seat empty. I turn my head, and his smile deepens. He waves at me, and my cheeks heat. There is a thickness in the air, making it hard for me to breathe.
I look a little to Jeremy’s left, and hazel eyes meet mine. My smile vanishes, and I look away.
I glance at Jeremy again, but he doesn’t look worried. He looks happy. Satisfied. I slide my hands under my thighs to keep them from shaking, trying to avoid looking at Valen, but I can’t. Valen makes sure he sits next to Jeremy. His eyes are aimed my way, not paying attention to whatever Garret is telling him. I can see his lips moving, but I can’t make out what he’s saying.
The girls keep whispering and giggling, thinking he is interested in them, but I know he isn’t. Not with the way he is staring right at me. Valen looks pissed.
He asked me that night at the pool to see him swim, and I never did. He knows I’m not here for him.
After a minute, he turns and glares at Jeremy. I don't get why he’s mad. He obviously chose Melissa over me. Whatever relationship they had is far from over.
I slide my phone out and pull up the picture Rose sent of Valen and Melissa. His mouth was close to hers like he was about to kiss her. His hand was over her head, flat against the wall, caging her in. Her finger was on his chest. It is clear what they are into with each other. I didn’t give him what he wanted, and she obviously was making a point by talking to me about him. It feels like a bunch of needles poke my throat. I hate that every guy I’m attracted to treats me like shit. They think I’m weak and stupid. I look at the picture and forward it to the last number Valen texted me from. I don’t have to write anything. The picture says everything I need to say.
He's a manipulative liar.
I walk into the locker room, pissed off. I won, and I should be happy. I kicked ass and beat my lap time, but it was most likely due to the anger boiling in my veins under the surface. Not even the pool could extinguish it. I pushed myself harder and harder. All I could think about was drowning Jeremy in the fucking deep end of the pool.
I saw the way he looked at her. He invited her, and she accepted. She was there because of him.
I slam my locker, grabbing my towel and glaring at Jeremy. He knows not to look my way, or he’ll end up like the last asshole.
I hang my towel and turn on the shower until the water is scalding, not caring if my skin will melt off. I want pain, or I’m going to kill Jeremy in the fucking shower like an inmate in a jail cell.
“I warned him,” Garret says, walking in the shower stall to my right. “He said he wasn’t breaking the rules.”
I wipe the water from my eyes. “Oh yeah…”
Garret isn’t helping, but there isn’t much he can do when the girl I want won’t look at me. She won’t answer my calls and is obviously avoiding me at school and making new friends. Friends who are on the swim team and closer to her age with a fat bank account and obsessive tendencies. The last girl he went out with, I fucked, but that was beside the point. She dated him, but she complained that he was stalking her and was obsessive. I’m not far off the scale when it comes to Melody, but he’s the weird stalker type. The kind that won’t back off if you’re not interested. That's why his parents sent him here. It wasn’t so he could become a doctor. He can’t go to a fancy law school, or it would draw attention if a girl went missing or someone brought a case against him. All that does is tarnish his family name and disrupt the Order.
His being here is what parents do to their offspring who can’t make it in normal society after high school or during college. Guys like Jeremy need special treatment, and this is the way to cover up his transgressions until it’s time for him to take over his family’s legacy.
“Yeah, he said he wasn’t breaking any rules.”
He’s breaking my rules, but I don’t tell him that.
“Who said he wasn’t?”
