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If he’s decided he wants Thayer, she doesn’t stand a chance.
“And you can’t get out of detention?” Rhys asks circling back to today's events, his tone dubious.
If I tell him my plan to use detention as a new way to get under Bellamy’s skin, he’ll start again with his territorial bullshit. So I keep that quiet. For now.
“Apparently, he’s making an example out of me.” I say with a careless shrug. “I’m quoting him directly here.”
“Wanker.”
???
I’m in my room scrolling aimlessly on my phone when it pings. I read the notification banner for IG at the top of the screen.
@RhysMackley:sent you a post by rcaslut.
Another ping, this time a message from him.
@RhysMackley:thought you’d want to see this.
I click on the notification and go to my chat with Rhys.
It’s a photo posted to a public feed, so I can see it even though I don’t follow the account.
The photo is of Bellamy and I, clearly taken right after Lyra pushed her in the pond. Anger twists my facial expression as I think back to that moment. I hadn’t given Lyra the order to do that, she’d done it of her own volition fueled by misguided possessiveness over me.
In the picture, I’m stalking fiercely towards Bellamy, tension pulling my shoulders together tightly. She’s standing defiantly before me, arms spread wide in the universal ‘come and get it’ pose. Her shirt sticks to her skin, her hair to her body. She looks untamed and wild and so fucking stunning it takes my breath away for a second, just like it did in the moment.
Savage protectiveness had raged through me, the need to hide her away from the world almost suffocating.
Her gorgeous tits are obscured, hidden behind her left arm at the angle the picture is taken. Thank fuck for that. If a picture of her hard nipples had been plastered on Instagram, I’d have had to take down the entire app. It’d have been a challenge but one that I’d have taken much pleasure in demolishing if crossed this way.
My mood turns murderous thinking of anyone else seeing her like that. Angry and gloriously unashamed of her semi nakedness. The memory of her hard nipples has my dick straining against the fabric of my trousers. Flicking the button of my jeans, I yank the zipper down and fist my hard cock. I stare at the photo of her as I pump my hand up and down viciously.
Closing my eyes, I think about how her nipples had strained against the fabric of her t-shirt, how they’d hardened when she’d realized I was looking at them.
I come in less than five minutes, the image of Bellamy’s plump, red lips parted in surprise enough to send me over the edge.
I open the messages app on my phone and text Six.
Me:Text me Bellamy’s phone number.
Sixtine:Hello to you too. I’m doing well, thanks for asking.
Me:Hello, how are you, give me Bellamy’s fucking phone number.
Sixtine:In your dreams.
My teeth grind together at her text. Bellamy’s resistance to my taunts has lulled her friends into a false sense of security. It’s pissing me off.
Me:Think very carefully about what you’re doing.
Sixtine:Why do you even want it?
Me:I need to tell her something.
Sixtine:So you want me to give you her number so you can abuse her a little more? Pass.
Me:It’s about detention.
