I did not have time for a guy like him.
Mr. Kemp smiles. “Well then, rather than the usual detention, you’ll have the pleasure of showing Allie around and helping her feel welcome. She’s new to Sun Valley High and doesn’t know anyone. Be a model student for once and help the girl out.”
“I’m good,” Roman says. “I’ll take the detention.”
Thank God.
Mr. Kemp folds his arms across his chest and raises a single brow. “You sure about that? This is your third visit to my office this trimester which means you’ll get a full week of detention instead of the usual one day. You’ll miss a week’s worth of practice…” He trails off and levels Roman with a knowing look.
Roman curses. “That’s bullshit.” He shoots out of his chair. “You can’t do that, Mr. K.”
“It’s out of my hands,” he says, his hands lifted in a placating gesture. “You’re the one incapable of keeping your mouth shut. Now, I’m not one to offer alternatives but I don’t want to earn Coach Samson’s wrath any more than you do. So, what’ll it be Mr. Valdez? The girl or detention?”
Roman shoots me a withering glare.
“Wait, don’t I get a say in this?” I do not need the kind of attention this will surely draw. I have every intention of blending in with the crowd. Being a nobody here at Sun Valley High. I have a feeling that anyone who associates with this Roman guy is not going to go by unnoticed. He’s athletic, good-looking, and more arrogant than any other guy I’ve had the misfortune of crossing paths with, which can only mean one thing. He’s popular. I don’t do the popular crowd.
“No,” both men say at the same time.
Urgh!
This is so unfair. Why am I being punished for this guy’s attitude?
After several tense seconds, Roman mutters out a “fine” and storms past me. When I don’t immediately move to follow, he glares back at me from the doorway. “You coming or what? I don’t have all day, vanilla.”
I bite the inside of my cheek but follow him.
Great. Looks like I'm already off to a great start.
THREE
Roman
Kemp did me a favor saving me from detention. Doesn’t mean I have to like it. That girl is going to be a pain in my ass, I can already tell. She has fire. She’ll buck against being put in line. And for some strange reason, just the idea of going to battle with her brings eager anticipation and a cruel smile to my face.
I almost feel sorry for the girl.Almost.It’s her first day here and I don’t plan on making it easy for her. Like every other student here at Sun Valley High, she’ll need to learn her place. At the bottom.
I rule this school. Me and the other Devils—Dominique Price and Emilio Chavez. Which is how I know that despite his words, Kemp couldn't care less if I’m friendly to the girl. It works in my favor because when she decides she’s had enough and goes crying to his office, he’ll offer her words of comfort and little else. All he cares about—all any of the teachers at this school care about—is whether or not my friends and I will win the next game and what they need to do to keep us happy so we don’t throw the next one to get back at them.
I like to think I'm above such petty bullshit. I have a full-ride scholarship lined up to attend Suncrest U and my performance on the field determines whether I’ll keep it. Football is all that matters. I’d never jeopardize my future. But I’m not above holding that threat over the Sun Valley faculty. They need me on the field and they need me to win. It’s how the school continues to rake in funding for all the shit they want to do.
I made varsity my freshman year and ever since then, we’ve gone on undefeated. Football might not seem like a big deal to some, but it opens doors, and not just for the players. It’s why the Devils get preferential treatment and why, most of the time, teachers turn a blind eye when we mouth off or start a fight.
But Mrs. Jennings is the one and only teacher who doesn’t seem to give a fuck about football. I don’t know why she hasn’t been fired yet. She’s the only one to ever try and call me on my shit. I don’t see her lasting long if I or Coach Samson have anything to say about it.
Allie’s steps are nearly silent as she follows me down the hallway to first period English. She looks so fucking innocent as she hugs a textbook to her chest, looking around the hallway with wide doe eyes, and all I want to do is dirty her perfect image.
Underneath her first-class exterior is a spitfire just waiting to come out—and that's my job.
She’s pretty, if you look past the preppy shit she’s wearing. Long, dark hair. Brown eyes. Her white jeans hug her ass and highlight her hips. I wish she was walking in front of me instead of behind so I could watch that ass bounce with every step.
She’s most definitely Latina but on the fairer side. Kemp called her Ms. Ulrich and there is only one Ulrich in these parts and he’s an old white dude. Bet she’s half on her mom’s side.
I can already feel that familiar spark of interest. I want to play with her. Make her my shiny new toy. I don’t usually bother with the chicks here. Most look at me as a status piece, a way to climb the social ladder. Or they see dollar signs because I’m a beast on the field and they think if they hook me early, they’ll live the easy life when I finally go pro.
Allie doesn’t seem like those girls. No. Those girls will do damn near anything for my attention. If I ask Allie to get on her knees and suck my dick in the janitor’s closet, she’ll blush and run the opposite direction. Or maybe I’ll see some more of that fire of hers and she’ll tell me off? No. Allie isn’t the easy lay type. I wonder if I can change that…
My pulse quickens, morphing from a slow and steady thrum to a fast and hard clip just thinking about all the things I want to do to her. I don’t care who she’s related too. My pops would be pissed if he knew I plan on messing around with this girl. Gerald Ulrich is a big deal in this town. It might make some things difficult for my pops if word made it back to him that I’d sullied the man’s daughter.
