Kenz nods. “Melody Griffin, some other camp guy. Me, Brandon.”
She wiggles her pinkie finger.
“Oh, fuck.” That leaves me. Might as well paint a fucking target on my back for the four horsemen. Suddenly, I’m regretting wearing a skirt.
The horsemen make it their mission to defile virgins. Granted, it took them three full years to get through our grade level. Surely, there are plenty of junior and sophomore virgins to get through. It’s not like they defile all the virgins, but they do seem to be on a mission.
Our class is a point of pride for them to leave no virgin unfucked.
Not dating or going to parties has assured I stay off their radars, but it also means I remain untouched. I’m not a prude, but I also don’t want to be part of the game these guys play with girls. If there was a guy at this school I thought I might be able to date, I would have made an attempt. But honestly, the good ones are taken. And while the bad ones are gorgeous, I don’t want to add to their numbers.
“They can’t know, right?” I whisper to Kenz. I don’t stand out. They probably don’t even know my name. That’s my hope.
“If they’re keeping track…” She shrugs. “Probably not though. I mean, it’s not like they know who’s had sex and who hasn’t unless it was with one of them. Girls talk but not to them. That would be stupid.”
The hairs on the back of my neck stand on end and I can’t help but look at the door.
Luke Foster. Quarterback extraordinaire. The dick who rules the horsemen and the whole damn school. If he weren’t one of the hounds of hell, he could be an angel. Blond hair, cold blue eyes, and the body of Adonis. From the whispers in the girls’ locker room, he isn’t shy about his body and knows how to use it.
Normally I don’t look whentheywalk in, keeping my eyes on my desk, but today, the reason the hairs rose on the back of my neck is because those blue eyes are locked on me with a determination that sets my poor heart pounding.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I can’t seem to look away as his gorgeous full lips tip into a cocky half smile and he changes direction from the back of class to cut through the desks.
Fuck my life.
My knee bounces uncontrollably. I got this far. So close to the finish line. I should have gone to band camp and fucked someone like Margaret Carter did. I should have been in band. Now I’m completely fucked.
Luke slips into the seat behind me, and heat engulfs my back. Kenz presses her lips together and faces the front.
That isn’t where he’s supposed to sit. He sits in the back. His desk presses against the back of my chair. His long, denim-clad leg sprawls into the aisle next to me, blocking my escape route. A sharp tug on my ponytail makes me feel like we’re in middle school.
“Harper Davidson.” His voice is like a soft caress against the back of my neck. It’s deep and rich and melts panties like the fires of hell he probably holds in his hands.
I have no choice. Ignoring a horseman would set me up worse than being a virgin. I twist in my chair to meet Luke’s cold eyes. His smirk is almost evil as he leans back in the chair like he doesn’t have a care in the world.
“I heard a rumor you’re the last virgin in the senior class.” His voice is not quiet. The entire room is practically leaning forward with bated breath to listen to our conversation. He glances over at Kenz meaningfully.
She blushes and faces front. Her boyfriend is on the football team. Apparently boys do talk as much as girls do.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” I have to play this right or I’ll become a target, if I’m not already. Maybe if they focus on someone else, I’ll find a way to blend back in. Off their radar, out of their sights.
He sits up in his chair and leans forward on his desk, bringing him so close I can smell the mint on his breath and the fresh scent of his cologne. “Are you saying you aren’t a virgin?”
His finger trails up my bare arm to tug on the sleeve of my t-shirt. Shivers trickle down my spine. I am so fucked. If I say I’m not, the target might not go away. Once they get someone in their sights, it’s almost impossible to ward them off. He might want me to prove it.
“I’m saying I can’t possibly be the last.” I try to sound confident. Maybe I can take this year virtually. Surely Mom would understand the need to preserve my state of mind. I just have to get through today and then I can have a frank discussion with my parental figure over the virtues of staying at home for my senior year.
He lifts his eyebrows and scans my face. “How did you slip by us?”
“What?” My eyes widen.
“You’re definitely fuckable. I’m sure those didn’t just develop over the summer.” He drops his gaze to my breasts. “I’ve seen bigger, but they definitely aren’t small.”
“Jesus,” I breathe out. I feel the need to cover my breasts but don’t. Again, antagonizing him would be a mistake.
“I know you’ve been here since grade school.” He captures my ponytail and twists it around his hand. “But you escaped us until now.”
