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Chapter Seventeen
Logan
Getting up early today is something I had to do. I’ve got plans for my tiny dancer. I watched the footage that was collected over the weekend and noticed that she kept a diary. This is something that I would need to get a hold of. I want to know what she is thinking. She always has this faraway look on her face, and it’s impossible to see what’s going on in that pretty little head of hers. It’s so frustrating.
Saturday night, I watched her coiled up in her bed, whispering over the phone to someone. I tried to crank the volume up, but her words were still muffled and confusing. She had feelings for someone, but I couldn’t hear who the guy was. She doesn’t have a boyfriend from what I’ve seen on Facebook. If she decided to find one now, it would make my plans even more difficult than they needed to be.
Switching to the live feed, I watch as she goes about her morning routine. She is such a neat freak. Who makes the bed this early in the morning? I follow her as she makes her way to the bathroom. My eyes are glued to the screen as she waits for the water to warm up. I should close it down, I know what’s coming next, but I can’t.
I inhale sharply as her hands reach for the hem of her shirt, peeling it slowly over her head and showing me those perfect washboard abs. It’s like she knows just what I want.
“Damn …” I’m holding my breath, watching the curves of her body as she turns her back to me in nothing but her tiny sleep shorts. I can’t help but imagine the way I’d rip them off her, the way she would hiss and wrap those strong legs around me as I pressed her body into the cold shower tiles.
A low groan slips from my lips as I watch her bend to feel the water. I can feel my jeans growing tighter around me, and my heart pounds as her thumbs hook into the edges of her shorts to drag them down that perfect ass of hers.
“That’s right, baby, just a little more.” But as soon as the words leave my lips, guilt floods me. What the fuck am I doing? I slam my laptop closed on the tightest body I’ve ever seen, forcing myself away from my desk and into the bathroom for a shower.
As the hot water rushes over my skin, the thoughts and images of my tiny dancer invade every part of me. God, what I would do to have that body wrapped around me, splayed out over my bed, and trembling under every fucking touch.
I reach down and fist my cock, stroking up and down slowly. I can imagine my tiny dancer on her knees looking up at me, her delicate hands reaching out to wrap around me, pumping me slowly but firmly.
After a few minutes, I can feel my balls start to tingle, and I lean my head into the wall that separates us. I hold my breath, cumming all over my hand and stomach, but all I can see is Phoenix.
Arriving at school early, the boys and I print dozens of pictures of her and the mystery guy from the weekend. That was something else I needed to get to the bottom of. Who was this guy she was dancing with? What was she doing at a club? And why hadn’t she been at any of the parties this year?
All the bullshit about not liking crowds just didn’t seem to gel with her actions. I mean, who goes clubbing where there are crowds but doesn’t attend high school parties, which were inherently safer than a nightclub?
As we decorated the halls, cafeteria, and library with the pictures, I started making plans to find out who the mystery person was. I knew he didn’t go to school here, that only left the local public school. My hands curled into fists when I thought about the guy being older, maybe not in any school at all.
Nothing was going according to plan. I was foolish thinking that she wouldn’t have anyone in her corner here. It was incredibly stupid of me to not have a contingency plan. The longer she spent here getting to know the people, the harder it got to isolate her.
I guess plans change. I would just have to adapt, maybe try some good ol’ fashioned stalking. It was becoming abundantly clear that she was no longer the girl I knew. She changed. She’s closed off to people that she doesn’t trust now, and she’s always willing to hit back when she feels threatened or caged in. It was time to switch up the tactics a bit. Get her looking over her shoulder. Start making her lose her control a little more.
It’s a quarter after eight, and I glance at my watch impatiently. Her crew should be arriving any second, and I want a front-row seat for the moment my tiny dancer sees the little display we made for her.
A group of guys stand nearby, pushing each other around to get a closer look at Phe, barely dressed, wrapped around some dude like a pole dancer. They are laughing about what a night with her might cost when I notice some of her friends from the studio already ripping a few of the photos down. They know where the snaps came from, and they are pissed off.
Looking at the front doors of the school, I notice she’s approaching with her girls. Jonah and the other boys are nowhere to be seen this morning, which is unusual, but it makes this so much sweeter. She doesn’t have any of her boys to offer their support and strength. Smirking, I lean up against the lockers and wait for the scene to play out.
“You’re pretty happy with your handy work,” Stryker points out as he opens his locker. “I hope you know what you’re doing, man, she came back at you twice now, and that was pretty minor without a crowd around. I don’t want to be you when she hits back for this.”
“You forget, Stry, we all had a hand in this one. She’ll be coming at all of us if she comes at anyone. You really think she’s going to want to get into it with all of us?” He doesn’t look so sure. “And to answer your question, yes, I am happy with what I achieved this morning. Look at the girls, man, they’ll treat her as a pariah that’s after their men, and the guys will be all over her.”
“If you say so, Logan,” he releases an exasperated sigh. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you. I think you’re underestimating her. I don’t think you truly know your opponent. I don’t think she’s going to take this sitting down. You need to be ready.”
“You mean, WE need to be ready.”
What was with him lately? Over the last few weeks, he’s started to catch feelings for the devil in disguise. Shaking that thought from my mind, I whip my head to the door where she and her friends have entered the school. An audible gasp is heard when she notices that her weekend activities were on blast.
“What the actual fuck!” The horrified look she was sporting matched the tone of her voice. “Who would do something like this?”
Cami and Luca usher her off to the side and surround her. I can see Cami with her phone to her ear, likely calling in the infantry. I notice some of the other kids from the studio have circled them in, whispering with each other. One looks over their shoulder toward us, their eyes bugging out when they notice the smirk I’m wearing. They know.
Laughing, I turn to my locker. My part here is done. Now I just had to sit back and watch my handy work come to life. Today was going to be a very interesting day indeed.
“We need to meet up after practice. I gotta fill you all in on the things I planned.” Grabbing my books for the first two periods, I close my locker in time to see Taylah and her friends make their way to where Phoenix is standing. Now, THIS is entertainment.
Stryker pats me on the back. “Shit, man, you fed her to the lions. Hope you’re ready for the fallout.” He always knows how to get me to second guess my choices.
