I’m going to fucking kill you.
Rolling my eyes, I knew who it would be from. Mitch. There wasn’t anyone else who hated me so much. After seeing the note, I refused to take it seriously, and he was stupid if he thought I would. What in the heck was his problem? If it was only because I bested him in classes, it was ridiculous. For now, I would ignore it. I didn’t have the energy to worry about Mitch being ridiculous. I had too much on my mind.
Thankfully, I hadn’t seen Wreck since last week. Even when he was around here the other night, I managed to hide in my room until they’d left. And the time I’d seen him down the street, I’d quickly turned around and walked the other way. All while trying not to poop myself in nerves.
If he questioned me, I was scared I would cave and tell him I looked at his phone, found some porn on there, and would probably ask if he knew he was looking at the wrong site. He needed the one with boobs and dicks, not all cocks.
“Forget it,” I said to myself. I shut the book, turned, and went to my door. Since Zion was about to leave, I would take over the living room and eat my share in popcorn drizzled in Nutella. I opened my door, yelped, and stumbled back. When my legs hit my bed, I dropped down and sat.
“Zion’s out there somewhere,” I told the one man I didn’t want to see while I pointed behind him.
“Saw him pullin’ away when I arrived,” Wreck explained, well, his version of an explanation; it didn’t tell me what he was doing there.
I nodded. “Okay,” I drew out. Why didn’t he follow after Zion?
“You saw it,” he growled.
My heart had only started to settle from the fright, but once more, it rattled like crazy around in my chest. “W-What? I-I don’t know?” I laughed nervously. “Saw that you’re, ah… standing in my door and scaring me? Then yes.”
Wreck stepped in and closed the door behind him.
Was this the time he would kill me?
“W-What’re you doing?” I glanced everywhere but at him. I couldn’t look at him because there was a high chance I would pee myself.
He stepped closer. “You’ve been dodgin’ me, why?”
I quickly stood and shifted to the side, so there was more room between us. I shrugged and moved over to my desk and faced away from him, where I reached out and straightened some books. “I, ah… don’t know what you’re talking about.” I fixed the pens I had lying around. “Did you, um, need something?”
My pulse sped, and my body locked when I felt heat at my back. I swallowed thickly when his rough voice caressed my ear. “You drive me fuckin’ insane.”
How? Why? The questions were stuck in my throat.
“So goddamn insane.” His voice was lower, gruffer.
Please tell me why, I pleaded silently.
He didn’t tell me though.
He didn’t say anything else.
But then he showed me what he meant.
Suddenly, I was gripped and spun around. Large hands held me, one at the back of my head and the other at my waist. It all happened so fast I didn’t register where they were until after lips pressed down onto mine.
Time stopped.
The room stilled.
The kiss didn’t go further. He just pressed his lips against mine as if he was frozen. I went to push him back, and maybe he sensed my intention because his fingers threaded into my hair, and the grip had me gasping. That was when he slipped in his tongue to touch mine. It didn’t stop at one touch. He used it to claim my mouth in a heavy, demanding, and so very hot kiss.
“Yo, Wreck? Lucas?” was called. Next, Wreck shoved me back. I hit my desk, and my things scattered everywhere. He took a step away with a panicked look on his face while he wiped at his mouth.
That hurt. It cut into my chest.
Although, since I knew Zion was coming down the hall and we couldn’t be caught in a situation Wreck obviously didn’t want to be seen in, I ordered, “Give me your phone and sit in the chair.”
Surprisingly, Wreck did, and just as the door opened, I was already pointing at something on Wreck’s phone. “That’s how you use it. If it happens again, you might be better seeing Benny at the shop.”
“Got it,” he bit out low.
“Good. Hey, Zion, I thought you’d left?”
“Yeah, I did, but I forgot my wallet. What’s goin’ on? Why you here, Wreck?” he asked, looking at both of us.
Since Wreck wasn’t going to say anything, I did. “I just fixed Wreck’s phone again,” I said as Wreck stood and faced Zion.
Zion’s eyes narrowed. “Okay. Why was the door shut?”
I snorted. “I didn’t even realize it was. Anyway, I’ve got shows to watch, popcorn to eat, and since I’m done with Wreck’s phone, he can go with you.”
Zion’s suspicion cleared, and he smiled. “Cool. Let’s get outta here, brother.”
“I’ll meet you out there,” Wreck said.
Oh no he didn’t.
He wasn’t going to tell me how much a mistake that was. I thrust his phone out to him, and as soon as he took it, I started for the door, saying, “It’s fine, Wreck. Like I said, I don’t need money for that.” My brother moved to the side, and I went by him, walking quickly.
“Lucas,” Wreck warned.
Zion laughed. I heard them coming my way. “Brother, he’s stubborn when it comes to shit like this. He won’t take your money. Forget it and let’s get goin’.”
At the entrance to the hall, I glanced back and said, “That’s right, I am stubborn, so forget it, Wreck.” I wasn’t sure when my balls had dropped and gave me a boost of confidence, but they did, and I was damn proud of them, well, me. I even said it
