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And then he leans in, holding the other side of my face and whispering into my ear. “Get him to come to my house next week for the party.”
I pinch my eyebrows together, vaguely remembering him mentioning his parents being out of town soon. And he wants me to bring Masen. So you can do what? Beat him up after I’ve lured him into the trap like in that 80’s movie?
Yeah, no.
Trey pulls away, and I force my tone even. “That doesn’t sound like any fun to me.”
Trey hoods his eyes, clearly getting aggravated with my lack of cooperation. He turns to Lyla, giving her a sexy smile. “Lyla, baby,” he says, and I see J.D. tense. “You got some balls, don’t you?”
Lyla grins back coyly, and I shake my head.
If I don’t do what he wants, Lyla will. I catch J.D.’s sneer shoot between Trey and Lyla, and then to me before he looks away.
I heave a sigh. “Masen’s not stupid, Trey. He’ll see right through her.”
I shove my salad at Lyla and brush past the boys, walking toward Masen’s table.
Stepping up, I stop next to him. All of his buddies cease their conversation and look at me, but Masen doesn’t spare me a glance.
“Hey.” I put my hand on my hip, knowing he’s aware of me.
A smile curls Masen’s lips, and his friends’ eager glances dart between him and me.
“Princess,” he says. “What can I do for you?”
Oh, please. I slide in between him and the table, hopping up and planting my hands behind me, leaning back a little, well-aware my shirt is riding up as his eyes flash to my stomach.
A few snorts sound off from his friends, and I taunt him with my eyes.
“Your prom date’s watching,” he says.
“He sent me,” I reply. “He seems to think you’ll let me bring you to one of his parties.”
I hear a few mumbles around the table, while Masen simply looks amused. We both know what Trey has in store, and I can feel my own friends watching us.
“You don’t want your friends thinking you’re a chicken, do you?” I play.
Masen’s smile widens, and he glances to his side, probably seeing if Trey is paying attention.
Not that either of us probably care. I kind of like this game. No one would believe we’re actually into each other. I can play them as long as we’re not playing each other.
He looks up at me and slides his hands under my knees, pulling me off the table and slowly lowering me into his lap, straddling him. Quiet laughter sounds off around the table and a need is suddenly building between my legs.
Leaning into him, chest to chest, I whisper in his ear. “I don’t want you to go,” I admit. “He won’t be alone.”
“Why do you care?” he speaks low, keeping his tone flat. “You’re still taking Machismo-Dick to prom, aren’t you?”
“Has anyone else asked me?”
“Would you say yes?”
I brush his ear with my nose, feeling his soft skin there. “Ask and find out.”
“Trevarrow!”
I jerk, hearing my name called. I don’t have to turn around to know it’s the principal. Great. I move to get off his lap, but he presses his hands down on my thighs, keeping me there.
“Masen,” I urge. He’s going to get me in trouble. In public.
