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Frustrated, I push away from the door and turn her, so she’s pinned to the wall. Running my hand up her shirt, I roll her nipple between my fingers. She mewls at the feeling, but still—nothing in me is reacting to her.
She’s. Not. Savannah. My subconscious reminds me for the second time, and for fuck’s sake, it’s right. The little bitch has dug her talons in me. Maybe that kiss had more of an effect that I realized, and that can only mean one thing.
I’m so fucked.
GETTING TO SCHOOL MONDAY morning, I can already feel the tension. It’s as if I’m hyperaware of her location at all times. When she pulls up in Brady’s car while I’m smoking my morning cigarette. When we’re sitting in class and she keeps glancing over at me. When she walks into the cafeteria that’s swarming with people. I can sense her presence before I see her, and that makes me nervous. I’ve already seen what can happen if I get too close, and I can’t have a repeat of that. What I must to do is clear, but won’t be easy.
I need to ignore her until I have more control over my feelings.
A WEEK AND A HALF passes, and while it’s been difficult, I’ve successfully managed to ignore Savannah completely. It’s taken a little more effort than I thought it would though—actively avoiding her in the hall, and making a conscious effort to not look at her during practice. I’d hoped it would have worked by now, and it has, to a degree, but I still need more time. It’s worth the wait to make sure the revenge I have planned is executed perfectly.
“Yo, Hayworth. Wait up,” Carter calls as he jogs down the hallway.
I give him a look, wondering what’s so important. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I just wanted to see if you plan on coming Friday night.”
My brows furrow. “Coming where?”
“Savannah’s birthday. Weren’t you paying attention?”
“No,” I admit. “I’ve been distracted lately.”
It’s a lie. I’ve been purposely ignoring everything the second someone mentions her name, but I can’t exactly tell him that. He’ll grill me about it for hours.
He nods in understanding. “Well, you should come. We’re going to Hypnotic.”
“Isn’t that a twenty-one and over club?”
Giving me a knowing look, he chuckles. “Yes, Mormon Grayson. That’s what fake IDs are for.” He takes out his phone and sends me a text. “Meet me at that address after school. We’ll get you a good one.”
Well, fuck. I guess I’m going to Savannah’s birthday party.
IT’S PROBABLY IDIOTIC TO go to a club when you’re this sexually frustrated—not that I could do anything about it if I tried. After the incident with Alexa, I haven’t even attempted to hook up with Kinsley. The last thing I need is for her to go around telling people I can’t get it up. Still, not going tonight could potentially make Savannah think she has the upper hand. Can’t have that, now can I?
As soon as the bouncer hands me back my fake ID, I slip past the rope and inside. The place is nice, filled with different colored lighting and loud music. I instantly spot the guys at a VIP table. Of course.
“Aye!” Carter says excitedly when he sees me. “I didn’t know if you were going to make it.”
“What can I say? You talked me into it.” The level of sarcasm in my voice is obvious, but he’s too drunk already to notice.
I say hello to everyone else before my eyes land on Savannah. Fuck. Me. She’s wearing a white dress with lace across the top and bottom. The view of her legs is incredible, as the dress only goes down to mid-thigh. Her hair cascades down and lays gently against her chest. The gloss she has on her lips reflects in the light and draws my attention, making me crave kissing her again.
Clearing my throat, I try to ignore her surprise at my being here. “Happy Birthday.”
“Thank you.”
It’s the first thing we’ve said to each other in two weeks, since I made the colossal mistake of giving myself a small taste of her. Not only did that kiss show me what I’m denying myself, but it confirmed what I assumed all along—she wants me, too. It’s a shame she ruined everything before we even had a chance to get started. We could have been explosive.
FOR MOST OF THE night, I manage to stay in check. Keeping drinks to a minimum so my judgment isn’t clouded, and focusing more on talking to the guys than admiring how Savannah looks tonight. However, not a damn thing in the world could have prepared me for seeing the way she moves on the dance floor.
Her hips sway to the beat, displaying her expertise so well that people around start to watch. She spins around as she smiles brightly and laughs with Emma. Anyone in this room can tell she’s a professional. Confidence radiates off of her. One thing is clear— she’s at her best when she’s dancing.
“She’s something else, isn’t she?” Hayden says, and my hand tightens around the rail, making him chuckle. “Don’t worry, my eyes are on Em.”
I relax slightly. “Sorry, I’m just so tired of people trying to talk to me about Savannah.”
“I get that.” He takes a sip of my drink. “Jace said you two already knew each other?”
