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“Oh, hey Rob!” he squeaks. “I uh, didn’t see you back there. Yeah, Eva here is just…having some issues. I’m gonna help her out though, so it’s all good.”
I squint at him until recognition sets in. Tate Barnes. Another fucking sophomore. What is it with these guys? They’re like a plague on the female population of Ironville.
I lean in to whisper in his ear. “If you ever talk to her like that again, I’ll break your fucking neck.”
A loud bang followed by a shout of “Fuck!” interrupts our little moment.
We both turn toward the commotion to find Evie sucking on her finger. Tate’s eyes widen even further, this time in arousal. The little punk is only thinking about his earlier proposition, not the fact that she’s clearly hurt herself.
A loud crack of my knuckles brings him down a peg. I jerk my head to the side to indicate he should get lost before I make good on my earlier proposition. He’s smarter than he looks because he doesn’t waste any time retreating.
“What’s going on, Papageorgiou?”
She glares at me but doesn’t say a word, so I turn toward the car. Judging by the amount of corrosion on her ancient battery terminals, I’m gonna guess it won’t start.
Damn, but I’d rather be making plans for a dirty, hot fuck tonight. Mike’s already gone for the day, and he’ll beat my ass if I just leave his little “sister” alone and stranded in the parking lot.
“Does the engine turn over at all?”
“It just makes some sort of clicking sound.” She colors her answer with a hard voice.
Casting my eyes to the side, I give her the once-over to make sure she didn’t hurt herself worse than I first assumed. That probably wasn’t my smartest idea because she’s still sucking on her finger, her blue eyes lasered in on the engine like she could will it to start with her superhuman mind power. Her hair’s a frizzy mess of tight curls that spill out of the bun on top of her head. She’s wearing her large, black-framed glasses today that match her black Metallica tee. Her ripped jeans would give off an edgy vibe if they didn’t hug her legs and ass like a second skin.
Her drastic style change from girly to badass is the stuff wet dreams are made of. Too bad my dick shrivels at the thought of getting anywhere near this bitch now. My, how times have changed. Still, Mike made me promise to look out for her, so that’s what I’ve gotta do.
Her new look coupled with the rumors going around about her “magic mouth,” and it’s no wonder why Mike enlisted my help. Half of my time at school is spent threatening the douche canoes who want a piece of her.
If she wanted to be going down on every guy in the school, I’d leave her to her business. But she isn’t like all the skanks I bone every weekend. I give them what they want, but I guess a part of me doesn’t mind protecting Evie from what she clearly wants no parts of.
“Shit!” She kicks the old bumper with her Doc. “I’m supposed to be at work in fifteen minutes!”
“Well, you’ve got two choices. I can bring my car over and try to give you a jump, but you’ll probably still have to get a ride home from the diner. And your battery’s so old, there’s no guarantee that’ll work. Or I can just drive you over there now.”
She opens her mouth—no doubt to argue—but I cut her off before she can piss me off for bothering to waste my time with her.
“You’ll only be five minutes late instead of probably a half hour if I take you now.” Great. Now all I can think about is taking her.
That ship has sailed, Falls. She’s tainted meat after letting Eddie take her. She’s no better than the sluts you hook up with. Not worth your trouble.
Her brows furrow, and she switches from sucking on her finger to chewing her thumbnail. Her unsure gaze falls on me only briefly before she scans the parking lot for a better option.
Come on, come on. I’ve got better things to do with my time. Like stocking up on some more lube so Zoe will finally give me some backdoor action later.
Out of the corner of my eye, I see Sabrina approaching with purpose in her long strides.
She didn’t take real kindly to me fucking her then never calling her again after our only date this past winter, and she’s been relentlessly pursuing me for a second chance ever since. The last thing anyone needs is for her to make a scene in the parking lot. Somehow the girl has gotten it into her head that if we just try it again, we’ll have better results. I’m not about to tell her that the only reason it didn’t go the way she hoped was because she got too clingy. She thinks we’re meant to be since we lost our virginity to each other. Rookie mistake—I should’ve never let that little tidbit spill while I was blowing my first load inside an actual pussy.
The smile that spreads across my face in remembrance is genuine. Damn, that felt better than I ever imagined. I was such an asshole for waiting so long. Jacking-off with my hand is a thing of the past. There’s no need any more with so many willing bitches around who will let me do whatever I want to them.
Sabrina is no longer on that list though. Every step that she takes toward us ramps up my anxiety over the impending explosion until I can’t wait for an answer from Evie any longer. “Tick-tock, pick your poison.”
My prompt comes out a little too urgently judging by Evie’s icy glare.
“Fine,” she huffs. “I don’t really have a choice.”
I slam the hood closed as she grabs her backpack out of the car. Without waiting to see if Evie follows, I make quick tracks to the other side of the parking lot, unlocking my Mustang with the fob. Am I avoiding the inevitable? Maybe. Will I keep running like a cowardly lion for as long as it takes until Sabrina moves onto another target? You bet your ass. I pump ‘em then dump ‘em. I don’t owe her or any of them an explanation.
It's not until I’m opening the driver door that I realize Evie isn’t climbing in across from me. My eyes scan the parking lot until they light on her frantically gesturing to her friend, Jess. She’s not even twenty yards away from me, but it might as well be twenty miles. It’s clear from watching their interaction that Jess is going to give her a ride to the diner.
