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“You just found one. I ain't gay, darlin’.”
“Who is she then?” Haven pushes for more but I ignore her, staring up at the ceiling. My obsession for Ella has gone too far. I should be slappin’ my balls against Haven’s cherry shaped ass right now, but instead, I’m lying herepining over some pretty little rich girlI’ll never have, one whose Daddy would kill me for even thinking about her the way I do. And what scares me most is that I don’t know how to stop myself from wanting her.
I stop by Jessie’s cabin before school and find my homework stacked neatly on the table with a brown paper lunch bag beside it. Jessie and Maddy are sitting eating breakfast, and they both greet me with huge grins when I let myself in.
“What?” I ask, wondering if they’re gonna let me in on their joke.
“Heard Prez gave you a pass with Haven last night,” Jessie speaks first. “Jeez kid, Prez only shares his toys with his favorites.”
“Oh, really VP?” Maddy smacks him hard on his chest, but the big smile she wears suggests she’s messing with him.
“Now, what would I want with rancid club pussy when I got perfection right here?” Jessie grips his woman around the waist and pulls her onto his lap.
“Besides, you ain’t got nothing to worry about,” Jessie nods his head in my direction. “Prez’s clearly got a new favorite now,” he smirks at me with his eyes while his lips kiss Maddy’s cheek.
“This for me too?” I pull the Brown bag off the top of my homework.
“Yeah, I made you lunch,” Maddy says proudly, and Jessie buries his head into her shoulder to try and hide his snigger.
“There’s an apple in there for ya to give your teacher too,” he teases.
Maddy’s head whips around to him. “Your lunch bag’s in the refrigerator,” she tells him looking a little wounded.
It’s my turn to smirk when a vision of Jessie, mid interrogation, pulling out the lunch bag that his old lady made him pops into my head.
“It’s not exactly like I have a lot to do around here,” Maddy reminds us, and I notice how quickly the smile drops off Jessie’s face.I understand now why he hates not being able to guarantee her safety on the compound and Jessie, like me, isn’t the kinda guy who deals with helplessness all that well.
“Nyx, you reckon you could spare a few hours after school to help out at the garage?” he quickly changes the subject. “Rogue’s doing her best but she’s got to shoot off early. We got an exhaust to weld and I could use some help putting an engine in a corvette.”
“Sure,” I nod, remembering that Ella usually hangs back at the library on Wednesdays after school. “Maybe Mom here could write me a note and get me out early?” My eyebrows waggle at Maddy, and it makes them both laugh again.
“Get out of here.” Jessie chucks something off his plate at me, shifting Maddy’s position on his lap so she’s straddling him. I pack my lunch and homework into my bag and leave them to it.
Ella’s car is already in the lot when I get to school, and I park my bike two rows behind, scrunching my forehead when I notice all the chaos in the corridor. I push my way through the crowd of kids until I get to the front of the semi-circle surrounding Ella’s locker.
Ella stands in a space of her own, staring forwards with her hands covering her mouth. I read the words ELLA JACKSON IS A SLUT that are in huge black letters across her locker door and feel all my muscles tense. It doesn’t take a lot of brainpower to figure who’s responsible for this and my hands twitch to find Luke Robinson’s head so I can slam it into the metal locker and make him eat his words one by one. Luke strolls through the entrance a few seconds later with a couple of other players, stopping to casually ask one of the other students what all the fuss is about.
His acting skills are almost as good as his ability to be a huge fuckin’ cunt. A hard shove in my back makes me turn, and I start raising my fist until I realize it’s Abby, rushing past me to comfort her friend.
“Come on, let’s get out of here.” Abby pulls Ella into her arms, trying to drag her through the crowd, but Ella stands firm.
“I’m fine,” she insists. Taking a deep breath and stepping towards her locker to open it. She puts her bag inside, takes out the book she needs, then slams it shut again.
“What’s all this?” Miss Wallace claps her hands, dispersing the crowd of teenagers, and hurrying them on to their classes. Principal K joins her, helping her to usher everyone along.
“I’ll have Hilary add this to the caretaker’s job list,” she mutters under her breath, looking at Luke’s insult before clipping her heels back down the corridor towards her office.
I have Calculus first period, which means I don’t see Ella again until Lit in third and I’m wound up like a fucking screw all morning. When third eventually comes. I waste no time getting to class, sitting at my desk, and waiting for her to arrive. Ella doesn’t show, and I’m forced to listen for almost an hour to Wallace’s drivel until I can find out why.
I make sure I bump into Abby by hanging around near her locker in between lessons and as I stomp towards her, I can’t figure if she’s afraid or surprised to see me.
“Where’s Ella?” I cut to the chase, by now I’m seething, ready to tear off limbs.
“She went home, couldn’t stand all the whispering behind her back. Apparently, everyone thinks she slept with Luke Robinson.” Her answer enrages me even more, I hadn’t considered that being the reason he’s so vile to her. I always figured it was because she’d rejected him, that she was different to all the other wannabe football player's girlfriends.
“Why do you care anyway?” she adds, a tiny smirk on her narrow lips.
“I… We…” Shit, I’m stuck for an excuse. “She’s in my Lit class and offered to help me, I’m falling behind, need the help.” I impress myself with the lie I manage to pull out of my ass.
