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After grabbing my computer from my locker, I dragged my feet all the way toward History. I opened the door to The Grinch glaring at me and walked into the class toward the back, where Vera was working on our project alone. One of Skylar’s friends waved me over, but I ignored that bitch, like I had been ignoring Skylar for the past week. She seemed to be absent today.
Once I took my seat next to Vera, I pulled out my phone and scrolled through all the needy thirst-traps that these Redwood bitches flooded social media with, not even taking the time to look at any of them. My thumb continuously swiped vertically across the screen, not slowing down once until I came to some skateboard shit that an influencer had posted.
I needed a distraction because the scent of Vera’s strawberry shampoo was lingering in the air heavier than usual today. And I couldn’t fucking think straight. Fuck, I hadn’t been able to think straight all night.
“I, um …” Vera said, leaning an inch closer to me.
When I looked up at Vera, she opened her mouth and then snapped it shut.
“What?”
“What happened to your eye?” she asked, voice small.
“What do you care?”
She pressed her lips together and glanced back down at the project she’d been working on all morning without me. Gnawing on the inside of her cheek, she looked back at me and shrugged. “I just … I …”
“You what?”
After the hopeful expression on her face fell, she looked away from me. It looked like she felt the way I had last night—completely and utterly fucking shattered. And I was all for hurting people like this.
My chest tightened.
Everyone was in this world for themselves, apparently.
“Nothing,” she whispered.
As much as it fucking hurt me, I turned my gaze away from her and back toward my phone. I tapped out of my social media and scrolled through the hundreds of notifications that I had gotten between last night and now. I had forced myself to turn off my phone completely last night, or I would’ve called her.
New story by an author you’re following: Steamy One-Shots
I stared at the notification, then at Vera, then back, my finger hovering over the screen. Before I clicked on it, I lowered the brightness on my phone, so even if Vera looked over at my phone, she wouldn’t know that I fucking cared.
She didn’t deserve to know. We weren’t friends anyway.
After I tapped on the notification, one of Vera’s stories appeared on the screen. It wasn’t the one that she had been working on lately, but an erotic scene that looked to be taken out of a longer story.
As I scrolled down the page, I found myself getting harder and harder. I didn’t want to give her the satisfaction of knowing how fucking horny she’d made me, but, fuck, this was hot. Everything she fucking wrote was.
Vera pulled out her phone and searched something for our project on her tiny screen while I read her filthy fucking smut. All this sex in here was rough as hell—with biting and choking and hair pulling.
Was that what she wanted from me? A good, rough time because nobody else would give it to her? At least, that was what she had thought. She didn’t know that these past few years, I had threatened anyone who showed even the smallest of interest in her.
She didn’t know that she had been mine since we were four.
“For those of you who need a laptop to do research”—The Grinch gave Vera an annoyed and pointed look, which ticked me off—“you can head to the library.”
Vera must’ve noticed the way that fucking bitch had called her out because her cheeks flushed and she quietly turned off her phone. “I’m going to the library. You can, uh … stay here if you want or leave. I’ll finish our project by myself.”
After she quickly scurried out of the classroom, I threw my backpack over my shoulder and stalked up to the front, glaring down at The Grinch sitting at her desk.
She looked up at me through green-framed glasses. “Can I help you, Mr. Harleen?”
I leaned down and lowered my voice, so nobody else would hear. “You’re fucking lucky we’re in the middle of the school day. If you call Vera out like that again, you’d better watch your fucking back. I don’t give a fuck who you are.”
Not caring to listen to her response, I stormed out of the classroom and followed Vera’s awkward-as-fuck figure hurrying toward the library through the desolate hallways. She wasn’t getting away from my shitty-ass attitude today.
When I caught up to her, I grabbed her by the back of her neck, stopped her completely, and shoved her into the nearest empty classroom. Vera Rodriguez wasn’t getting a pass from how she had made me feel last night at the library or from that new chapter she’d posted online.
