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ALLIE
“You have Calc?” Jamal asked, stopping by my locker after lunch.
I deposited my lunch box inside and pulled out my textbook for Math with Mrs. Dawson, the middle-aged teacher who flirted with almost all the athletes at our school. It was kind of gross, but nobody said anything to her about it, especially if it got them passing grades.
The first bell rang, and Jamal swore under his breath. “Shit, I’d walk you there, but if I’m late to English one more time, Mr. V is going to write me up, and Coach will make me sit out the game on Friday.”
“Guess you’ll have to walk me to class tomorrow,” I said, closing my locker and smiling at him. “I’m going to hold you to it too.”
Jamal walked backward down the hall and smirked at me. “I’ll be there.”
When he disappeared, I picked up my pace and rushed down the corridor to get to Math. It was all the way on the opposite side of campus, past the gym and the science wing. I hated being late more than anything, hated all the judgmental stares from everyone when I walked into the room, hated the disappointed head shakes teachers would give me, hated this freaking town.
People hurried down the hall, trying to get to class before the second bell. I passed the gym. Fuck this school. Who thought it was a good idea to have two buildings on one campus and give students a measly five minutes to get from one building to the other in the damn sleet?
Someone stupid—that was who.
Someone slapped a hand over my mouth and pulled me right from my sprint-walk into a hallway. I screamed into their palm, my heart already pounding hard against my chest.
“Shut up, Allie,” Jace said into my ear, pushing me into the empty boys’ locker room.
I wriggled out of his grip, turned around, and smacked him in the chest. “What the fuck was that?” I seethed through clenched teeth. “Are you trying to give me a fucking heart attack? I’m late for class.”
I stepped to the side, but he moved in front of me, his jaw clenched hard.
“Did you do it to make me angry?”
My eyes widened. “Did I do what?”
He stepped closer to me, towering over me. “Go to the Overlook with Jamal.”
“What? Are you stalking me now?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.
How had he found out about that? Was he keeping tabs on me or something? I didn’t understand the damn man, didn’t think I ever would.
“And you have no room to talk, sitting with Jenny at lunch.” The words came out laced with so much damn jealousy that I regretted opening my mouth.
Jace raised a single brow for a moment, as if he was surprised. Then, all the surprise was gone from his face and replaced with a look of fury. He pushed me against his locker in the locker room.
Don’t ask me how I know which one is his.
“You go with him to the Overlook, then sit with him at fucking lunch after I told you …” He placed a hand on the lockers next to me, his fingers curling against the metal. “After I fucking told you that this”—he grasped my pussy through my leggings—“is mine.”
“It’s not yours,” I said through gritted teeth as he started to move his fingers in tortuous little circles around my clit. “I’m not”—I took a deep breath, trying to ignore the heat between my legs—“yours.”
He chuckled deeply in my ear. “Is that why you’re wet for me? I just started touching you, and I can already feel you through your leggings, Allie.” He brushed his nose against my ear. “I bet you taste good.”
I closed my eyes, my nipples hardening in my bra. We shouldn’t be doing this.
“Sit down on the bench,” he said, gesturing to the bench right in front of the locker he had me pressed against.
God, this was wrong—so fucking wrong.
Yet I sat.
The corner of his lips curled up, and he kneeled between my legs, hooking his fingers under my waistband and pulling my leggings down to my ankles. His breath warmed my core.
“We can’t do this here,” I said, back already arching to give him better access to eat me out. I glanced at the locker room entrance that we were basically sitting in front of and shook my head. “What if someone comes in?”
