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"Not me," Chloe laughed. "Oh, before I forget." She leaned forward, pulling something off her desk. "Here's a new minutes card for your phone." She tossed it onto the bed beside me.
"You know you don't have to do that. I can live without a phone."
"I like being able to get a hold of you." She shrugged. "And I like you being able to get a hold of me."
Sucking in a deep breath, I picked up the card and sighed as I looked at it. We both knew what she meant. In case I needed her to come to get me to help me clean the blood off my face.
"You crashing here tonight?" Chloe pushed up from her chair. "You can grab a shower, and I'll find you something to sleep in."
"Did I leave any clothes here?" I asked, leaning up on my elbows.
"Yes." She pointed to the white dresser near the closet. "They are clean and folded in the top drawer."
Luckily, Chloe's room had a private bathroom, or I probably would have declined for fear of being caught. I enjoyed the shower until the hot water ran out. Where I came from, a hot shower was a luxury.
Dressing quickly, I stepped out of the steamy bathroom.
"I was starting to think you drowned," Chloe teased.
Crawling into her king-sized bed, I pulled the covers over me. I loved spending the night with Chloe, but I tried hard not to wear out my welcome. So, I only stayed when I had to, or Chloe invited me, and by invited me, I meant ordered me to stay.
"How long do you think this thing with Christian will go on?" Chloe asked, rolling onto her side and snuggling into her pillow.
"He said one month." I groaned, rolling over to my side to face her. "But I'm hoping he gets bored quickly."
"Guys like Christian get bored when they find out you're not easy," Chloe said. "Well, unless they like the challenge, but I don't think Christian's ever been challenged. He usually goes for the easiest girls."
"Let's hope you're right." I yawned. "Hopefully, he got the point after I didn't show tonight."
Chloe twisted and flicked off the last light covering the room in darkness.
"Good night, Harper."
"Good night."
Chapter 9
Christian
"I'm skipping lunch today," I muttered, dropping my bag on the floor in front of Bash's locker. Harper didn't show up last night, and I couldn't hide the irritation I was still harboring. "I'm meeting Alexi under the bleachers." I needed to fuck my aggression out.
"Aren't you in, like, a committed relationship?" Bash teased, pulling his locker open. I almost choked hearing the words committed and relationship in the same sentence. I wanted to own Harper, not date her. I wanted every low-life Villa Boy to know their precious princess was mine, and when I did fuck her, they'd be the first to know, but she was making this very hard by refusing to do what I told her.
"Funny." I snorted a sarcastic laugh. "I wanna fuck her, not date her." Harper Brooks belonged to me for the next month regardless of relationship status. She was mine. No one would touch her until I was done with her, or they'd pay the consequences.
Leaning against Bash's locker, I spotted Harper across the hall after third-period dismissal. My eyes roamed over her from bottom to top, tanned legs in a tight denim skirt hugging her soft curves, the low-cut top accenting her full tits, and her long dark hair clipped up.
Seeing her hair tied up annoyed me. It showed her defiance, her stubbornness, and while I thought the whole package was hot, I would make her regret the decision to defy me again.
I followed her and Chloe into Ms. Carter's room, AP English. This was not my class. I didn't have AP anything. Ms. Carter was out on maternity leave, and the substitute couldn't care less if we didn't bother him. Harper's eyes widened as I slid into the seat beside her.
"Meet me at my locker after class," I ordered.
"No," she answered, utterly unfazed by me. She twisted to face Chloe on the opposite side, giving me her back. The only emotion I registered was anger. It surged through me as I pushed my desk closer to hers. Gripping her desk, I yanked with a force that sent silence over the classroom as the steel legs screeched across the old tile floor—putting Harper face to face with me. Her eyes were wide, and her pretty mouth parted in shock.
"Don't be stupid, Harper," I ground out. "Be at my locker." I stood from the desk and walked out of the still, quiet classroom with all eyes on me. I'd make her come to me for her punishment.
The dismissal bell sounded, and I stood perched against my locker, impatiently waiting. Annoyance turned to aggravation when the tardy bell rang, and the halls cleared with no Harper.
