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He smiles at me and laces his fingers through mine, pulling me back toward the dance. Right before we walk into the light, he turns and kisses me again, quickly this time, and drops my hand. We head back toward the gym like nothing happened. Like he isn’t my entire world. Like my ass isn’t full of his cum.
2
JONAH
I’m combing my hair with my hands, just for something to do, when two people step outside. I stop short, confused when Mary turns to face me. She’s in a pale-yellow dress that’s fitted on top and poofy on the bottom. It reminds me of a simple Cinderella dress. Not a lot of frills but perfect for her. Her curly hair is pinned up with some random pieces down to frame her face. She looks beautiful.
“What are you doing here?” I drop my hands from my hair and slide them in my pockets. Taylor stands next to Mary, his eyes flitting back and forth between Roman and me with a look that clearly says I know what you were doing out here.
Mary gives me a once-over, shaking her head. Shit.
“I told Mom and Dad I was going to a friend’s house to study. Taylor’s mom took me dress shopping not long ago and hid it for me at her house. She helped me get ready after you guys left.” The smile on her face is huge.
I look at Taylor, who now has an arm around my sister’s shoulders. “Did you know about this?”
“Yup.”
Roman straightens and steps toward them, shoving Taylor’s arms off Mary. “Hands off my girl.”
My heart sinks at his words. I know we have to play this game to protect ourselves, but I hate it. He’s mine, but I can’t say that in public. When we’re out of the house, he’s Mary’s, and I’m the awkward third wheel.
There’s movement in the doorway behind Taylor, and I look to see Jared, an obnoxious sophomore who thinks he’s a big deal, but he’s not.
“Gangbang on the preacher’s daughter?” He smirks, leaning against the doorjamb with his arms crossed, giving Mary a once-over that pisses me off. “Pretty sure I’ve seen that one.”
Everyone turns to look at him, Roman instantly switching from easy going to fight mode; his body tensing, practically vibrating with angry energy as he watches Jared.
“I don’t want to get blood on this tux, but I will if you don’t get the fuck out of here.” The deadly calm tone of Roman’s voice sends a chill up my spine. He’s going to wreck this dude’s face.
“I’m not afraid of you,” Jared throws back, and Roman moves toward him, but Taylor stops him with a hand on his chest.
“Then you’re dumber than I thought,” Taylor says, standing in front of Roman. I reach for Mary and pull her behind me. Honestly, she can probably fight better than I can, but that’s not the point. I don’t want him to even look at her.
“What are you going to do, nerd?” Jared flicks his gaze over me with disdain.
“Don’t fucking talk to him,” Roman snaps out, rushing forward and around Taylor to grab Jared by the lapels of his tux jacket. “What the fuck are you even doing here?”
Jared has the audacity to scoff. “I’m a football player. You think they’re gonna tell me no?”
“You’re third string on the JV team. Not exactly something to brag about, little boy,” Taylor says, rolling his eyes and stepping from behind Roman to stand shoulder-to-shoulder with him. Tension is knotting my stomach as I watch. There’s nothing I can do here. Roman and Taylor will handle it, but what version of Roman will I be left with afterward? He can’t start a fight over Jared talking down to me; it gives too much away.
“Ignore him, Roman,” I tell my very agitated boyfriend. “He’s not worth it.”
“Oh, I guarantee knocking his teeth in will be worth it.” I don’t need to see his face to know he’s wearing a terrifying smile. Jared pales a little but not enough.
“Oh nice, are we starting a sausage feast? I think being a cum dumpster will help chill the splooge nugget out.” A voice behind me has me whipping around to see the sheriff’s son, Dylan, coming toward us from the same direction Roman and I had come. Did he see us? It’s my turn to pale.
“What the fuck is a sausage feast?” Jared asks, but no one answers him. To be fair, I’m not entirely sure of the answer, and I’m terrified of what Dylan will say next.
He’s in black jeans with ripped knees and a black hoodie with a jean vest over it that has definitely seen better days; a lit cigarette hanging from his lips and his blond hair hanging in his face. The dude is a punk and gets into trouble a lot, but I think it’s because he’s bored more than anything else.
This is quickly going to become a mess. Dylan drops his cigarette on the ground and stomps it out, then looks at me as he passes, sniffing the air.
“Do I smell cum? Who was fucking and didn’t invite me?” He winks at me as my face flushes, and my heart starts to race. Fuck. This is bad. Mary sucks in a small gasp, and his eyes flick over her for just a second before turning back to the boys at the door.
Dylan smacks Taylor’s ass, and my eyes widen in surprise. What the fuck is this?
Roman looks as confused as I feel, giving Dylan a once-over. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
