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I want to text Val, but after how things went this morning, I decided to just leave her to her own devices when I walked her to her first class. Hell, I was pissed as all fuck this morning when she spouts off on me. It was completely uncalled for and made me want to choke her with my cock or my hand–either would have worked for me. Instead, I decided to leave the situation before either of us said or did something we couldn’t come back from.
I was telling her the truth about not having spoken to Mateo. I honestly had no clue the guy was even at my door since I was in the shower, but the fact that she didn’t believe me shocked me. Her and I never lie to each other, especially not about little shit like that. Never.
The only secrets between us are the fact that I’ve allowed her to think I’m not interested in women, and her attraction toward me. We’ve added on to the pile since we got here and I fucking hate it.
I shake my head of those thoughts and look down at my notebook, reading over the list of books I’ll need for the year when the doors swing open and in steps Rey.
I place my pen down and lean back in my seat as the professor turns to him. I can tell there’s a reprimand on his tongue but when he sees it was Rey who interrupted his monologue, he quickly swallows and continues on like nothing happened.
Rey scans the room, taking in every face as he walks toward the stairs. When he spots me, he gives me a smirk, making my cock jump. I hate that my body reacts to him like this, warring with my mind over this asshole. My eyes catalog the cut on his lip, making me instantly pissed that someone obviously hit him, but then I remind myself that I don’t care, and he probably deserved it.
I feel my jaw ache from the pressure I put on it, but it’s the only way I know how to keep myself from doing something I know I will regret.
Again.
I try telling myself that I don’t regret fucking him, and while I don’t think that’s where the regret really stems from, I can’t help but feel the weight of it.
It’s probably because it’s just another thing I’m keeping from Val. It’s obvious she both hates and wants Rey. If she were to know I fucked her stepbrother…I don’t even want to think of it.
I force my thoughts on who might have given him that cut on his lip, but images pulling him by his shirt and running my tongue over the split skin takes up residence in my mind’s eye. I want to taste the tang of his blood to see if it’s as bitter as I remember. I clench my fist, my writing becoming chicken scratch in my notebook as flashes of blood and moans swim through my mind in vivid details.
I breathe through my nose and pretend there’s no one sitting beside me, but it’s difficult, especially when Rey’s tequila and cigar scent wafts over me.
I get looks from other students; some give me glares while others just seem curious as to who it is the king of Coventry decided to grace his presence with.
I ignore them all including the cocky fuck beside me.
“Hello Noah.”
I don’t reply.
“So, you’re just going to ignore me?” He chuckles as he gets comfortable, he leans back against the seat with his knees spread wide. The side of his left calf presses against mine, sending a static like sensation straight to my groin. I’m tempted to step on his brilliantly white Jordans.
“I didn’t take you for a petty person.”
My head snaps in his direction, “Petty? Fuck you, prick.”
People turn toward us when they hear me. Fuck my life right now.
He smiles triumphantly, “Don’t worry, we’ll get to that part again.”
The fucking balls on this guy.
“Nah, I think I’ll pass.” I tell him as I look down at my watch.
There’s only fifteen minutes left, and I’ve already copied all the notes, so there’s no need to stick around. I close my notebook and reach for my backpack, but Rey snatches it and stands, pulling the strap over his shoulder.
I stand as well, our bodies only inches apart as I stare at this fucker, “I don’t know what you’re trying to do, Rey, but I’m not one of your fucking puppets. Give me my goddamn bag.”
His eyes scan my face, lingering on my lips as he wets his own.
“Anger looks good on you.” He steps back and jerks his chin, “We have a free hour, let’s go.”
He doesn’t wait for me; he just turns with my bag and descends the stairs leaving me no choice but to follow. I pinch the bridge of my nose with a sigh before snatching up the stupid uniform blazer and following the same path Rey took.
As I pass the professor, I get a disapproving look from him. Ain’t nothing new for me.
“If you continue to interrupt my class, perhaps you’ll do better in another.”
