Jaded (Jaded #1)(4)

“It’s different. Girls in school are different. Seriously, make friends with Steele’s sister for me?”

“How do you even know if she’s hot? Maybe there’s a reason why she’s not known. She could be ugly and fat.”

“She’s not. I’ve already met her.” He cursed at his slip.

I arched an eyebrow and asked, “You didn’t want me to know that?”

“Look.” He glanced up and down the hallway and moved closer. One of his hands rested at my hip as he whispered, “She’s not exactly a fan of mine.”

I slapped his hand away and said, “You already shagged her, didn’t you?”

“Not quite,” he sounded pained, but shook his head. “Just…do it for me? Please, Sheldon?”

Whatever.

I sighed and replied dully, “Yeah. I’ll make buddy-buddy and bring her round.”

“To the party?” he pressed.

“To the party.” I was such a sucker.

CHAPTER TWO

When I entered Spanish, I saw the normal crowd in the back. Bryce sat, listening to whatever Chad Yerling was saying. A few of the other guys were also listening while some of the girls either gossiped or had perched on the guys’ laps.

Stephanie Hills was perched on Bryce’s table, but not his lap.

As I moved forward and dropped to the empty seat at Bryce’s table, she shot off and scurried away.

Bryce switched his attention to me and leaned closer.

“What were you talking to Corrigan about?”

I shrugged and refused to meet his eyes.

“Wanna skip?” he suggested.

I smiled slowly and asked, “And do what?”

“You know.” His eyes fell to my lips and stayed there. One of his hands rested on my knee and started a slow rhythmic caress.

“Scout,” Chad called loudly.

Bryce ignored him and asked me again, “Now or never. Wanna go?”

I bit my lip, knowing it’d turn him on, but murmured, “You’re in a weird mood today.”

Bryce sighed and leaned back. His hand stayed in place.

“So a no, then?” he asked. Bryce and I had our own language. And we both knew my response was an evade.

I could never say no or yes. Neither could he.

“Scout,” Chad said again, a little huffy now.

I leaned forward and pressed a slow, torturous kiss to Bryce’s lips.

He grasped the back of my head and held me in place as he explored me in return.

I’m pretty sure I heard Chad groan in frustration. He’d effectively lost the battle for Bryce’s attention.

“Mr. Scout and Miss Jeneve.”

Our teacher, Mr. Dwellsworth, banged a ruler on his desk.

I tried to pull back, but Bryce finished the kiss, languidly, before he released me.

I was a little relieved to hear Bryce panting right alongside me.

“Mr. Scout and Miss Jeneve!” Our teacher tried again.

“Yeah?” I asked, knowing my voice was hoarse.

“I don’t want the two of you to sit at the same table. Mr. Scout, please switch seats with Miss Veera.”

“Who?” Bryce asked as he stood, relaxed and confident.

A girl in the back, tiny and pissed, stood up as she grabbed her books. She glared as she retorted, “That’s me.” She brushed past him, her red hair smacked him in the face as she dropped into his vacated seat.

Bryce chuckled as he took her seat.

She glanced my way, but hunched her shoulders as she opened her book to read.

“What’s your first name?” I ignored her silent request to be left alone.

She ignored me so I reached out and plucked her book away.

“What’s your name?” I asked again as she paled. I wasn’t one to be ignored—ever.

“Her name is Shelly Veera and you need to leave her alone, Miss Jeneve,” Mr. Dwellsworth said sternly.

When he started his lecture, I leaned forward and whispered, “Why are you all pissy?”

She made a sound like she was in pain, but didn’t reply.

I felt a tap on my shoulder and turned around to see that Chad held out a note for me.

We should’ve skipped.

I looked to Bryce and nodded. I bit my lip again and he coughed.

“Mr. Scout!” The teacher again.

I rolled my eyes and turned eyes front.

“Yes, sir?” Bryce questioned, politely, sarcastically.

Mr. Dwellsworth became red in the face and sputtered, “You continue to disrupt my classroom day after day. I have had enough, Mr. Scout.”

Bryce didn’t say one word.

That was something I’d always been envious about. Bryce had the hot body that could get him into a magazine, but it was the air that surrounded him. The air drew in all the attention. He could muster anyone to do anything for him without a single spoken word.

Sometimes it turned me on and other times it pissed me off.

Today was the former.

I raised my hand and decided to join the foray, “Mr. Dwellsworth.”

You could feel the enraptured tension in the class. All eyes slowly trailed towards me.

“Yes, Miss Jeneve?” Mr. Dwellsworth asked cautiously.

“Bryce didn’t say anything to disrupt your class. He just coughed.”