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Falling down onto my seat, I don’t get a chance to pull anything from my bag, even if I had any intention of doing so, because someone slides over to me.
“You must be Ace Jagger. I’ve heard so much about you,” a blonde wrapped in a cheer uniform almost purrs as she all but forces herself onto my lap.
I stare at her in disbelief as she openly checks me out and thrusts her tits in my face. “I’m sorry, can I help you with something?” I grunt, lifting her from my lap and depositing her back on her feet.
“I just wanted to introduce myself I’m M—”
“Not interested.”
She looks me up and down. I think she’s expecting me to tell her that I’m joking.
I’m really fucking not.
A preppy, wannabe cheerleader really isn’t my type.
After dismissing her, she skulks back to her seat, but at no point do I lose her attention, nor do the rumors about me cease. By the time the teacher dismisses us, I’ve just about had my fill of bullshit, so the last thing I need is to hear some more fucking lies about me and my brothers.
I heard he had a gun on Friday night. He was going to kill Bexley.
I wait until we’re out of the room before grabbing the gossiping motherfucker by the collar and pinning him up against the wall. A few gasps sound out from the students around us, but no one dares to do anything to stop me.
“You want to say that to my face?” I ask as the guy pales and trembles beneath my hold.
“I-I’m sorry, man. It was just what I heard,” he whimpers like a little pussy.
I lean forward, getting right in his face. My breath races over his skin, and his eyes fill with tears.
“So you weren’t there?” I ask. My voice is calm, cold. Exactly as I like it. It unnerves my victims, and I like surprising them when they least expect it. It’s the best part of something like this.
“N-No. M-My friend said…”
“Your friend’s a bullshitter.”
“O-okay.”
As I tighten my hold on him, his eyes widen in fear. “Think about this the next time you open your mouth.” I throw him to the ground, and he goes down like a sack of shit.
Standing over his body as he tries to scramble away, a smirk pulls at my lips. “If you want to know the truth, I had a knife, not a gun. And unless you want to be on the other end of it next time, I strongly advise you stay the fuck out of my way.”
He visibly shakes as I step away and in the direction of the nearest doors. Digging the spare key for my brothers’ car from my pocket, I cross the parking lot and jump inside. I want to leave. The temptation is strong, but I can’t. Not yet.
I pull a blunt from the glove compartment and light up. The tension starts to leave me almost instantly, and I sink back into the seat with the memory of her shocked eyes staring at me from a distance earlier.
My thoughts turn to home, but as much as I might want to be back there, I know this place can offer Cole and Conner so much more. Cole has a real chance at a football career if he gets a starting position with the Seahawks. He’s good enough, and if James has pulled some strings like he says he has then he should have a solid chance.
Conner has never said much about his future. I think, like me, he never even considered anything outside of our circles in the Heights. We were born into that world. It was an unspoken rule that we’d just continue with that life. He’s clever though, more so than Cole and I, and I know he has a bright future ahead of him if he can just make it through this year without fucking it up.
By the time I’ve smoked my blunt, the second class of the day has long started. But I figure there’s no time like the present to meet my next teacher, and am I glad I do when I find none other than Remi sitting quietly in the center of the room.
I may not have made it the entire way through AP English, but I learned enough to know that I’m getting to her.
It was obvious I was affecting her when I pinned her up against the wall in her bedroom on Saturday morning, but from the second she reluctantly glanced at me, I watched her eyes darken with interest.
It seems Miss Tanner is going to make my life easy for me. Give it a few more days and she’ll be begging for me to break her.
After marching out of that fucking place, I spend the rest of the day riding around town and ignoring texts from Donny. He wants me to check in, and I just want some fucking space, a chance to catch my breath after the last few days.
I’ve got nowhere to go. The idea of sitting back in a classroom listening to my dear new classmates gossiping about me doesn’t really fill me with joy, and I can’t go home. I’ve no doubt my absence has already been reported, and James is once again on the warpath.
