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My teeth sink into my lip in order to keep everything trapped within.
But it’s hard.
So hard.
Especially when all I want to do is scream out my pleasure.
At the moment, I don’t care who hears.
Or sees.
I’ve never felt more out of control.
But I’ve never felt so free, either.
DELILAH
“Icould always catch a ride home with my mom,” I tell Austin outside the football stadium, cautious hope weaving its way through my voice. The more time I spend with him, the more I…
No.
I don’t even want to think along those lines.
He shakes his head. “You’re staying. I want your ass in the bleachers.”
“Because you want me to watch you, or you want Jasper to see me watching you?”
As soon as the words escape, I wince.
Why did I even bother to ask?
Deep down, I know the answer.
I’m a fool for hoping that something will shift or change our relationship. Especially after our conversation this morning. It doesn’t matter if he enjoys touching me.
He doesn’t trust me. In his mind, I’m no better than Jasper. He entrusted me with secrets that were then used against him.
Austin flashes a grin before stroking his fingers over the curve of my jaw. It’s something he does often. For just a secondor two, I find myself leaning into his touch before realizing what I’m doing and drawing back.
“It’ll totally fuck with Jasper’s head.”
Exactly.
My shoulders wilt under the unexpected weight of my disappointment. Needing to break the physical connection, I take a hasty step in retreat until we’re no longer touching. It’s all too easy to lose myself when I’m in his arms.
“Guess I’ll see you after practice,” I mutter, irritated for allowing myself to fall deeper when he feels nothing.
Before he can say anything else, I swing around and stalk to the student section in the stands where we sit for home games. Even though I ignore him, I feel his gaze tracking my movements. Not that it’s a hardship to sit and watch Austin practice—his body is a thing of beauty and athletic grace—but I don’t want to be used to incite more bad blood between these two. I’d rather head home.
Plus, a little breathing room would probably help me get my head on straight.
Pockets of students dot the bleachers as I make my way over to them. Most of the spectators are girls. Each group I pass stares openly before putting their heads together and whispering behind their hands. The tips of my ears burn as I keep my expression neutral.
The fact that I was dating Jasper last week and now I’m with Austin only seems to solidify my status as a whore. What’s laughable is that these people should know better. I’ve spent my time at HP trying to fly under the radar, never doing anything to garner unwanted attention. Most would call me boring. Apparently, my past track record is nothing when compared to the rumor mill that is constantly churning at Hawthorne Prep.
When I’m far enough away from everyone and unable to hear their chatter, I drop my backpack onto the long stretch of metalbench. If I’m going to be stuck here for two hours, I might as well get a head start on my homework. If there’s time later tonight, I can look over some of the photos I took the other day and start putting together a portfolio of possibilities for the art show.
I pull out my pre-calc book and get to work. Fifteen minutes later, my attention is drawn to the team as they walk onto the turf for practice. The head coach blows his whistle and the guys huddle around him, listening intently to what’s being said.
