Fallen Crest Alternative Version (Fallen Crest High #2.1)(66)

“We don’t always do that.”

His eyebrows shot up. “Yeah, right. Sorry, Sam. I know you want to think you’re not in the relationship just for the sex, but you are. It’s downhill once you stop bumping uglies.”

Mason’s mouth curved into a smooth grin as he leaned back against the couch. His hands left my legs to spread out on the back of the couch. “What do you want?”

The teasing light switched. Logan grew serious and he perched on the arm of our couch. “The girls are gone. So’s everyone else.”

Mason tensed beneath me again. “How bad?”

“Bad.”

I glanced between the two. “You’re talking about how mad the girls are?”

They shared another look before Logan’s grin turned apologetic. “Yeah, sorry, Sam. They’re really pissed. They don’t care that you’re with us. When those girls get on a mission, they’re out of our control.”

Mason let loose a low chuckle. “Ah hell, she was ready to take them all on down there. Maybe it won’t be that bad.”

Logan’s eyes went wide and my heart sank. It would be that bad. Even Mason’s chuckle faded abruptly as he realized what he said.

I groaned and tipped my forehead into his chest. His arms came around me. “This is like my fight with the Elite all over again.”

“Those girls don’t kick ass.”

“Thanks, Logan, for pointing that out.” I glared at him.

He shrugged. “Why do you think we’re friends with them? They’re tough bitches. On that note, I’m gonna head over to Natalie’s. She was giving me the look tonight and from the show downstairs, my dick’s hard.”

I bit back another groan. Mason’s chest shook as he laughed.

When the door shut from Logan’s departure, I crawled off and went to my closet. Mason sighed from behind me. “You’re going running?”

I hadn’t realized that was my intention, but the running pants in my fingers dropped. There was a treadmill downstairs, but it felt wrong. I didn’t know why, but it was wrong to leave him at that moment. I turned around and choked out, “I was. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t.”

He rose and his grin turned seductive. Heat flooded between my legs and I went blind with my need. It was instant, it was addictive, and it scared me at times. Then he picked me up, carried me to the bed, and everything melted away. It seemed forever until he sank inside of me.

CHAPTER TWENTY THREE

Mason stayed with me the rest of the night and drove me to school the next morning. Analise and James had spent the night in the city and I was relieved to find out they’d be there for the rest of the week. When I got to school, it took me until second period to learn from Emily that everyone was buzzing about the riot at the Fallen Crest High’s basketball game on Friday and the mob scene at the party on Saturday. When she asked how Mason and Logan were, I shrugged. They were always fine, but I knew she was hungry for more information. Everyone was. I caught the glances and the looks the rest of the week. It was different from when I had become part of the Elite. They had accepted that transition, but this time the attention made me uncomfortable.

What else made me uncomfortable was Becky. Not once did she comment about the party or the game. It was Rex all week. By the time Friday rolled around she was squealing. He no longer reached underneath her shirt for her boobs, but took the whole thing off right away.

When Adam stopped at my locker, I was more than grateful. I blasted him with a smile and he stepped back. “Whoa. Hey.”

“Hi!” My hand tightened on my locker to hold myself up. I prayed for no more booby talk.

“Uh.” He glanced between the two of us.

Becky’s mouth clamped up. Her shoulders went rigid and she stomped away.

I was taken aback this time. “What was that about?”

He made a disgusted sound and rolled his eyes. “She’s still with that hamster?”

“Yeah, and I have a bone to pick with you.” I shut my locker and leaned back against it. Then I set him with one of those stares Mason always gave me, when he was trying to assess me from the inside out.

Adam reared back another step and looked up and down the hallway. “Did I grow two heads? No one else is freaking out.”

“You know what you did.”

“Uh, no I don’t or I would’ve apologized by now.” His smile was so smooth. Too smooth.

I glared harder. “You told Becky not to tell me about Rex.”

“Oh.” His eyes deflated. “Are you serious? The guy’s a joke. She would’ve been wasting your time.”

“You can’t be…jealous…can you?”

He snorted and rolled his eyes.

I tried to hold back my grin. “Whatever your hang-up, she really likes him so it might be good of you to wise up and like him too.”

“He’s a pothead.”

I shrugged. “Apparently that’s what she needs.”

“He’s a loose cannon. He gets into fights at the drop of a hat or he’s smoking up in the next room. Yeah, whatever. He might look like a pretty boy and some girls go for that, but he’s a loser. He’s not going anywhere in life. Becky deserves better than that.”

I shook my head. “Oh, you mean she doesn’t deserve a guy who likes her? Who is proud of her? Who brags to his buddies about her? You’re right. That’s awful of him.”