Page 38 of She's With Me (She's With Me 1)

“Listen, I guess we got off on the wrong foot. See, I don’t really care about the video, I was just . . . nervous.”

“Nervous about what?” he snorts, not really paying attention to me.

I’ve always been a good liar; I’ve been doing it for too long. Time to put it to good use. I stand closer to him, leaving about two inches of space between us.

“I don’t really care about that video. I needed a reason to talk to you, and the video gave me one.”

“What—what do you mean?” He gulps, forgetting about his books and open locker.

“What I mean is that I used the video as an excuse to talk to you. I’ve always thought,”—don’t puke, Amelia, you’ve got to sell it—“that you were the cutest guy in this school. I just never thought you’d talk to me.”

Don’t puke, don’t puke, flirty smile.

His eyes zone in on my girls, which are dangerously close to his chest, and his cocky smile is back. Must . . . resist . . . urge . . . to break his nose. He seems to believe me pretty easily, despite me threatening him yesterday.

“Well, I am pretty hot,” he smirks, still not taking his eyes off my boobs.

“The hottest.” I trail my hand down the side of his back, subconsciously restraining myself from jerking away from him. Douche bag. It’s for the greater good, Amelia, I tell myself.

“What do you say I take you up on that offer?”

His eyes widen. “What?”

I give him a flirty smile. “You heard me. It’s after school. I’m guessing you have nowhere to go. I’ll do it now.”

He doesn’t even question my change of attitude, practically fumbling to grab his backpack and put his lock back on, eager to get a blow job.

“Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, this is actually happening, it’s happening,” he repeats slowly.

“I know a place; it’s private.” With a suggestive wink, I walk down the hall and he scrambles to follow me.

We get to the janitor’s closet that I scouted this morning. The door opens with ease and I discreetly pull out the wad of paper, trying not to do a giddy happy dance that it held all day. The halls are practically empty by now, everyone wanting to get out of this hellhole as soon as possible.

I take a deep breath. Too late to back out now, Amelia. Trying to keep my racing heart steady, I push open the door.

“I can’t believe this. I’m going to get a blow job from a hot senior girl.” Ethan walks into the small closet.

Idiot.

With zero hesitation, I swing the door shut, which locks with Ethan still inside. I laugh as I hear Ethan banging on the door from the inside of the closet.

I mean, seriously. I gave him a whole speech yesterday about how I would never do that and how degrading it was to even suggest it. Walking away, I smile to myself in victory, looking down at his phone in my hands. I swiped it when I ran my hand down his back. He was too busy ogling my boobs to even realize I’d taken it.

I may be willing to use what I’ve got, but I’m not about to sell my soul to the devil.

Back at his locker, I quickly undo the lock. He was so distracted by me that he left his laptop in his locker, exactly what I wanted to happen. Grabbing the computer and turning it on, I slide down the locker to sit on the floor.

Perfect. He doesn’t even have a password on his phone or laptop. I snort out loud. He made this so easy for me it almost isn’t fun.

Almost.

Quickly scanning his open Facebook, I’m confused when I can’t find the video anywhere. It’s not on his profile; it’s not on his computer’s saved files. Why isn’t it here?

“You won’t find it.”

The sound of his voice makes me jump. Caught off guard, I reflexively snap the laptop shut. Aiden’s standing over me.

“Huh? Won’t find what?”

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