“Shit is what it always is, but that’s not why I’m cutting. I’m gonna kick it with Sarah. Smooth some shit over if you know what I mean?”
Aaron snorts. “Seriously? You’re skipping for a piece of ass?”
My eyes narrow. “I wouldn’t have to if your little sister minded her own damn business.”
His brows furrow and he glances from me to the other guys, an unspoken question on his face. Aw, man. He really has no idea. He’ll figure it out eventually.
Dom chooses to fill him in. “Kasey told Sarah he was getting some on the side.” It isn’t a lie. But she didn’t have to throw me under the bus like that. Baby Henderson should be team Emilio. Or at least stay out of my fucking business. But no, Baby Henderson always has to stir the fucking pot.
Not that it should matter. Sarah knows what we’re doing isn’t exclusive, but I guess having it thrown in her face hurt her feelings, or some shit and now I have to deal with it.
Aaron’s frown deepens. “Why would she do that?” The poor bastard actually sounds confused. His little sister has the wool pulled over his eyes, but she doesn’t have the rest of us fooled. Baby Henderson is a hellion, and since she joined our crew—not that we had much of a say in it—she’s made it her mission to stir the pot any way she can.
Usually, she reserves her antics for Dominique’s benefit—those two are like gunpowder and a lit match when they’re in the same room—but lately she’s enjoyed fucking with me, too.
I don’t like it.
“Because she’s demon spawn,” I mutter, turning to head for the exit. I need to make my escape before Allie catches sight of me or she’ll drag my ass back to class come hell or high water. That girl is the mother hen I absolutely adore but do not fucking need right now. “I’ll catch you boys later.”
“Rubber up,” Roman shouts after me. “You don’t need to create any devil spawn anytime soon.” Yeah, a definite “no” to that. The spawn, not the rubber. I always remember to wrap my shit.
I give him a two-fingered salute just as Allie turns the corner, some random right beside her.
“Peace,carbón.”My eyes linger on the unknown girl for a moment. There’s something familiar about her. She’s wearing snug fit jeans and a giant ass black hoodie. It hides most of her body, but for some damn reason I’m intrigued.
I pause, knowing I shouldn’t. It’s only going to get me in trouble, but she isn’t someone I’ve seen Allie with before. Allie only ever kicks it with the Devils or Kasey, no one else at Sun Valley High can be trusted. Not after what went down earlier this year. Girls are catty fucking bitches and seeing some random next to her has me both curious and on alert. “Where do you think you’re going?” Allie calls, noticing that my feet are still pulling me toward the exit and not in the direction of our class.
The girl beside her lifts her head and our eyes meet, recognition flaring through me. No fucking way. Her bright blue eyes widen and I know right away she recognizes me too. Isn’t that a fucking plot twist for today?
I give her another once over, remembering her in a whole new light. Small waist. Flat stomach. Perfectly round tits. The way her hair felt wrapped around my fist. Her pussy convulsing on my cock.
I bite back a groan. Well, fuck me. I need to get laid. Pronto. My eyes narrow on the blast from my past before I shove my thoughts away and turn back toward Allie. No way am I giving this chick even a second of my time. Not after she fucking ghosted me like I was nothing. I refuse to let this girl think she has any sort of hold over me.
“Sorry, vanilla. I gotta run.” I edge back closer toward the exit, the new girl still in my peripheral. Look away, dammit. Look away. Her eyes are wide as saucers and glued to me. Her mouth forming a small O. I shouldn’t like the attention, her obvious surprise, but I do, and the distraction allows Allie to creep right up on me.
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She grabs my arm, looping hers through mine and turns me away from the doors I’d almost made it too. “You can’t miss fourth. It’s the one class we all have together and, my new friend has it too. Come say hi and don’t be a jerk. I like her.” The last is muttered under her breath.
She tugs me forward, but I keep my feet planted, looking down to meet her determined brown-eyed gaze. “I’ll make it up to you. But, I really do need to go. I got someone waiting on me.” I make sure to say it loud enough for the other girl to hear.
Allie scowls and turns back to her friend who’s still staring, eyes wide and mouth parted. I’m not sure if I should be flattered or insulted that she’s yet to tear her gaze off me. Is she remembering our night together in vivid detail like I am? Or maybe she’s realizing who the fuck I am and what I can do to her if she steps out of line here. I can make her life her hell if I want to.
We fucked like rabbits that night. I buried myself inside her warm cunt three fucking times. Took her goddamn innocence. You’d think that would matter to a chick, but she acted like it was nothing. Gave as good as she got. No hesitation. No insecurities. Even on the last round when we ran out of condoms, she didn’t bat an eye when I suggested I could pull out—something I never fucking do.
I don’t know what I expected, but it wasn’t passing out beside her with the chick wrapped in my arms only to wake up with her gone and the space on the couch cold beside me.
I swear for a whole week I wondered if I’d dreamt the entire thing up. I never saw her again, and no one knew who the hell she was when I described her. And now, she’s here. Wide-eyed and hot as shit, even in that oversized hoodie she’s trying to hide in.
I pull out of Allie’s grip, giving Roman a nod. I don’t have time for this. Thankfully, he understands my meaning and before Allie can move for me again, he wraps his arms around her and pulls her into an embrace. She melts in his arms. God, they’re disgustingly cute together. And I speed walk out the door, hearing her muttered curse behind me, but she doesn’t run after me again.
Thank god for small favors. I love Allie to death, don’t get me wrong. But since she and Roman made things official, she’s decided Dom and I are her latest pet projects, and I for one have no desire to be reformed from my savage ways, nor do I have any plans to deal with the new problem staring at my retreating back right now. I can feel her eyes boring into me, but I refuse to give her the satisfaction of knowing just how much her being here is fucking with me.
It won’t be long before she learns who I am and what it means to be a Devil.
I run a hand through my hair. Fuck. Who knows what will happen then. Will she turn into every other chick in this school determined to land me? And no, I’m not being arrogant. Every girl at Sun Valley High wants to date a Devil. Some for status, others for what they perceive to be an easy life if they can lock us down early.
Roman, Dominique, and I are football legends around these parts. Each of us with full ride scholarships to Suncrest U and a good chance at going pro in the future. It’s why we get so much attention and why I make it a point of never dating exclusively. Women can’t be trusted. They always have an ulterior motive.
Will she throw herself at me like the others? Regret leaving me in the pool house like she did? Ghosting me like the sex wasn’t fucking magical and shit? I know we said no names. We sure as shit didn’t exchange numbers. But I still expected to see the girl at some point.
