Amongst the students moving along the halls, I don’t spot Jaxson. When I do, I wonder how on earth I couldn’t immediately spot this immensely hot guy smiling at me. I give him a quick wave and he nods his head back.
“I’m ready for another tour.” I say cheerfully. He does a good job not making it too obvious that he is checking out my chest this time, but I’m sure he’s noticed the black bra. I don’t mind him checking me out. A few stares from students walking by make me a bit shy though.
He reaches out his hand and I grab it. “Follow me then.” He holds my hand as he walks down the hall. He tells me about some of the wings and buildings on campus.
I look down at his hand and he smiles at me before letting go. “I’d show you some of the other buildings, but you got here kind of late.”
“Yeah, sorry. Lance was supposed to drive me but managed to forget.”
“Yeah, he kind of does his own thing sometimes.”
“Do you know him well?” I ask.
Jaxson waves his head. “Not really. Mostly, just through his reputation.”
Reputation? I wonder what that looks like. I don’t know much about my mysterious asshole neighbor. We haven’t even said a word to each other.
Jaxson walks by a wide clear double door that leads to an outdoor area. I peek outside in the open space and see none other than Lance Cain speaking to some floozy-looking girl. I remind myself that I shouldn’t speak too harshly about how other girls look with how I currently ensemble.
I apologize to Jaxson, telling him I must take care of something. I leave him in the hallway and enter the outdoor patio area. Lance looks at me and lights a cigarette.
The floozy girl notices me and rolls her eyes. “Can I help you?” She asks.
I wave my head. “Wouldn’t think so.” I turn to Lance with a frown. “Is this how it’s going to be while I stay at your place? Are you going to act like a shithead the whole time?”
Lance laughs and turns to the girl. “Let’s talk later.” The girl leaves, giving him a smile, and me a scowl. Lance looks at me while taking a deep drag of his cigarette.
I’m waiting for him to respond to me, but I guess I’m going to have to clarify my comments more. “You were supposed to drive me today, remember?” He nods his head and blows out smoke. He looks incredibly attractive when he looks at me in his cocky way, which drives me more insane.
“So, why didn’t you drive me?” I ask unamused by his silence.
“Listen, Noelle, it was my father’s idea you being out here. Not mine. I’m not into charity cases.” He leans against a large marble statue of a cherub, blowing out more smoke. “Who the fuck names their kid Noelle by the way?”
“First, I’m no charity case, so fuck you. Second, its Elle, not Noelle. Third, my parents love Christmas way too much.”
Lance smiles at me. “You’re spunky, Elle. I like that. Not too many girls would swear at a guy like me.”
“Or what? Your father will kick me out of his house for telling him how his son doesn’t follow through with what he says he will do.”
Lance laughs louder. “Elle, you wouldn’t want me to follow through with the things I agree to, believe me.”
“I have no clue what the hell that even means.”
“That’s because you don’t belong here.” Lance flicks his cigarette in some bushes and comes closer to me. “You want some advice, the best you will get in this town? Leave. Don’t look back.”
I’ve heard this advice before.
I sigh and try to manage to control myself but fail. “You rich kids, think nobody else should get a shot in this world. What the fuck did you do to earn your spot here? You were born with a great last name, and you still act like a piece of shit. You’re the real garbage here, not me.”
Lance reaches out and touches my bra strap over my shirt and I shove his hand away. Jaxson walks up to us, staring blankly at Lance.
Lance smiles at him. “Mr. Football, welcome back for senior year.”
Jaxson doesn’t smile back. “Same to you, Lancelot.”
My eyes widen and I can’t help but laugh. “You’re making fun of my name when your name is Lancelot? In your first class are the desks arranged in a round table. Who the hell calls their kid Lancelot?”
Lance takes out another cigarette from his pack and places it on the tips of his lips. “First, it’s Lance. Second, my dad loves King Author too much. Third, fuck-, never mind. Enjoy the rest of the school tour.” He gives a quick glance to Jaxson before lighting the cigarette.
I try to not get pissed off thinking about my exchange with Lancelot, but it’s hard. It does make it easier when I have the sexiest tour guide ever. Jaxson asks me if I know what room number my first class is in, I take out a folded piece of paper and he looks at it.
Jaxson moves closer, wrapping his arm around me and looking down at the paper. “Yeah, you’re just down the hallway over here.” I can feel his breath on my skin, and I turn to look at his eyes.
“Thanks again for showing me around.” I look deeply at him.
“Anytime.” I almost feel like he’s about to lean in for a kiss, but instead he takes a few steps back. “I forgot about the cafeteria. Did Cain give you a meal allowance card? Most students have them.”
I nod my head. “Well, I don’t want the tour to end so quickly. Let’s go to the cafeteria.”
We walk down the hall and at one point he brushes up against me by accident, his hand touching mine. I smile at him. He tells me we’re close to the cafeteria.
“Did I ever tell you what
