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"Then…"
"Drop it, please."
I fire up my McLaren 765LT, kicking myself for not taking the Rolls. The Rolls is more comfortable for her. Her bag and textbooks are between her feet with mine. I make a mental note to switch cars after we finished the assignment.
"Where would you like to eat?"
I've never taken her to eat, just the two of us. It was always with the rest of the guys when the girls would show up.
If I did, I would take her to a place where I can feed her with my fingers. Then, fuck her and repeat until morning. Nourishing her body until she passes out from coming sticky with my cum.
"No, thank you," she says dejectedly. "I'm not hungry."
"Huh?'' I say, confused, trying to fathom why she is turning me down.
"I'm not hungry," she repeats.
"But you haven't eaten."
"I had a big breakfast," she says, but I know she is lying.
She had a raisin bagel with light cream cheese and a caramel latte. It's her favorite.
"You don't want to have lunch with me?"
She looks down at her hands in her lap. "No, Santiago. I don't want to have lunch with you."
There is a long pause, and I ask, "Why?"
"Because I don't. You asked for help with the math assignment. We're friends, so I'm helping." She looks at me. "Be grateful. My father would be disappointed, but this is school, so…"
"If I asked you out"––I swallow––"on a date, would you go?"
"What do you think?"
"I think you would say yes."
"Sorry to disappoint you, Santiago…"
“Santi,” I correct. “Call me, Santi.”
She sighs, rolling her eyes like she always does when annoyed.
I pull into the driveway of our house off campus. The house our fathers lived in while attending Hillside University and passed it on to us. My brother was the only one of the Kings with no interest in getting a degree and moved to the east. The girls stay at their parent's house to keep a close eye on them.
I open her door and bend down before she gets out, reaching between her legs. I can smell her perfumed skin, and I want to nuzzle her pussy. I almost do it but I’m afraid she will punch me.
Instead, I grab her bag and textbooks, holding them with one hand. I stick my hand out to help her out of the low sports car, but she waves me off and walks inside without a backward glance.
After Maxim insisted, I dropped him off at his parents so I wouldn't drive back home from his house; I didn't cut. I stared up at the ceiling after a shower, knowing I had school in the morning, thinking about Maxim. The kiss.
I reluctantly brushed my teeth because I liked the smell of him on my lips. On my skin. The way the familiar cologne smells different on him when he sweats.
I was furious when I woke up to a call from Dean Richard telling me to come to his office before class to tell him my schedule had been switched back. I saw his eyes behind his glasses, a kaleidoscope of colors. I suspected it was the Kings.
Walking in English class, I had my answer. Santiago's smirk gave him away. When he asked me to help with the math assignment, I suspected he was lying. But when Santiago wants something, he does anything until he gets it. The last thing I need is for him following me around.
I thought I couldn't resist him, but I could. It felt powerful to look at him and not give in to the attraction. The attraction Iknow deep down I will always have for Santiago. He will always be my first love, but it doesn't mean he will be my last.
