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Rubbing the back of her neck, she looks down, avoiding eye contact. “I may or may not have left it in a janitor's closet that is now locked.”
“Um, Scar. Please tell me why you were in the janitor’s closet.” As soon as the words leave my mouth, it hits me. I hold a hand up, stopping her. “Wait. Don’t tell me.”
She nods, biting back a smile. “Yeah. You already know.”
“Which of your fuck boys was it this time?”
She snickers. “Jagger.”
Jagger enters class, looking satisfied, with a wide grin. Lucky bastard. He kisses Scar’s cheek and takes the seat beside her.
“Sheds, closets. What's next? And why am I so jealous?”
“Hmm. Let’s see. Maybe because you’re a nineteen-year-old virgin.”
“Scar!” I slap a hand over her mouth, shutting her up while I look around to make sure no one heard what she said. Of course, they did. She didn’t exactly whisper.
Jagger laughs into his hands and I reach around Scar to sock him in the shoulder. “Shut up. It’s not funny.”
Stealing a glance over my shoulder, I see Ridge. His eyes are down, locked on an open textbook, but there’s a glint of a smile on his face.
The tips of my ears feel like they’ve caught fire. I pull my hair out from behind them to hide my humiliation.
He most definitely heard.
His eyes lift to mine, and his smile widens, showing two parallel dimples on the sides of his cheeks.
Didn’t realize he was capable of a smile that’s not laced with malice. It’s sorta sexy.
With my eyes downcast, I turn back in my seat, and sink down for the rest of class.
The second we’re dismissed, I gather up my things and haul ass out of the room to avoid any interaction with Ridge—or any student who may have heard for that matter.
I’m standing outside the room, my back pressed against the wall, waiting for Scar, when two hands plant on either side of me. Resting my head back, I get a look at my captor. A tall, blond guy from the class I just left, who I’m pretty sure is also on the football team.
“Excuse you.” I slap one of his arms down, but he immediately puts it back up.
His mouth arches smugly, eyes vampish. “Ya know, if you're looking to lose your V-card before you’re a twenty-year-old virgin, I’m happy to offer my…” He glances down at his cock before his gaze travels back up to mine. “…services.”
“Ugh,” I grumble, ducking under one of his arms. “Fuck off.” Scar comes out of the room and I immediately say, “Let’s go.”
“If you change your mind, hit me up,” the asshole hollers down the hall.
“What was that all about?” Scar asks.
“I cannot believe you did that!”
“What?”
“Practically announced to the entire class that I’m a virgin. Now they all think I’m a total prude. Which I am not! I’ve done stuff. Lots of stuff. I just haven’t…ya know. Doneit.”
“Relax, babe. No one cares, and if they do, they’ll forget by tomorrow. Besides, I wasn’tthatloud.”
We make a turn, and this is where we have to part ways, so we both stop walking. “Well, it was enough for me to get an offer from some random dude who wants to help me lose my V-card before I’m twenty.”
Scar bursts out laughing.
“It's not funny, dammit!”
