“It means girls are as stupid as guys when it comes to sex,” I say flatly. I may be a virgin, but I know about sex. What teenager doesn’t? I read steamy romance novels and have seen porn. The porn didn’t do much for me, but it was interesting.
Lack of opportunity and a healthy dose of sex-is-a-scary-fucking-risk-with-STIs made me not really want to travel that road as early as some of my classmates. The lack of opportunity probably had the most to do with it. So sue me for not having sex.
Now I have four guys thinking they deserve my virginity. Well, fuck them, it’s not up for sale. They can keep their dicks to themselves.
CHAPTER 7
The Deal
Harper
The cafeteria. I’ve spent three years avoiding this room. Yesterday I was tossed over Luke Foster’s knees and spanked while everyone watched and counted along like some alternative demented Sesame Street timeline.
Now I have to present myself to the assholes so I won’t be punished again. Coming into this cafeteria is punishment enough to be honest.
An arm slides around my shoulders from behind, and I tense.
“Easy, girl.” Jack chuckles and tugs me into his firm side. “No one but us will touch you. Or Caden will break them into pieces.”
“How touching.” I roll my eyes as Jack directs me to a table off to the side. The other three are all there already. The tables surrounding it are vacant. It’s time to put all the knowledge of these guys I gathered over the years to good use and help me out of this situation.
Caden is the largest of the group and the meanest. He’s a fucking beast. He sits at the end of the table with his green eyes tracking me. He makes me feel like prey. Jack is right. Caden would decimate anyone who got in his way, just like on the football field. While the other guys are definitely not poor,Caden’s family is wealthy and both his parents are too busy to ever show up for a game.
Even I show up for games. Game time always seemed like a safe space for me to be an actual high schooler, as all the horsemen are occupied on the field. So I’ve seen them all in action. I’ve even gotten caught up in the game and cheered for them a time or two.
Jack is a flirt. He guides me to the table and pulls out the chair next to Eli for me. I know it isn’t optional, so I sit. Just being in this room makes me fearful of what punishment they might decide on next or if they’ll just stick to spankings.
The girls at the next table call out to Jack, and he swaggers over to them. As he talks to them, he brings himself down on their level, leaning in and touching them occasionally. By the time he swaggers back to our table—fuck,theirtable—the girls are all giggling and gossiping behind their hands.
I get out my lunch bag and remove my sandwich. Caden reaches over and snags it out of my hand. I open my mouth, but what the hell can I do about it? Fight him? I need to choose my battles carefully or I’ll give too much of myself away.
“Thanks, untouched.” He winks and devours my sandwich in three bites.
It’s not like I have much of an appetite with my stomach churning with worry anyway.
Eli pulls out an apple and offers it to me. Fuck if I don’t feel like Snow White as I slowly reach for it. Poison wouldn’t be a stretch for Pestilence, right?
“Thank you,” I say softly.
“You’re welcome, kitten.” He spreads his legs and his thigh rests against mine under the table.
My stomach flutters. I don’t pull away even though I really want to.
Pick my battles. I play those words on repeat in my head. They’re used to getting what they want.
They could be a powder keg ready to blow, and my resistance could be the match. They aren’t exactly known for their even temperaments.
Eli is a little bit of an enigma. He doesn’t talk much, letting Luke run the show, but he’s fucking brilliant. He’s got a full ride waiting for him already at pretty much any university he wants to go to.
Luke clears his throat, and my eyes lift to him. Seriously, he’s too pretty to be real. If he wasn’t such a dick to everyone, he would still be just as popular and get just as much pussy. He’s a little cold and calculating. His mother died when he was young, and his father raised him on his own. Maybe the lack of a woman’s touch left out something fundamental in Luke’s personality.
Like humanity.
“We need to discuss your schedule.” Luke pins me with his cool blue eyes and steeples his fingers against his lips like the evil genius he is.
“My schedule?” I bristle.
This guy spanked me in front of everyone and then made me show him my bare, red ass in the bathroom. I have no doubt I will hate everything he tries to make me do.
