“Oh, fuck no.” Jordan starts to laugh, “I can’t skate for shit, he’s talking about Charlie and a few of the drama club guys.”
“Bring your board tomorrow and I will introduce you to the guys.” Jake says with a little more confidence.
“Cool man, I will.”
“Didn’t take you for a skater.” Adri teases.
“Why not?” Cara chimes in, “he rides a motorcycle and apparently sacrifices newborns for devil worship.”
It takes all my strength not to spit out my chocolate milk, “what?!”
“Just what I’ve heard.” She shrugs.
I look to Adri who’s bent over on the bench laughing silently. “What the fuck did I miss?” I look around the table.
“That was all Ember. During the summer we went to The Route and we saw a couple of nosy students and that’s what she told them she did.” Adri giggles.
Of course, this is all Ember, I should have known. “Obviously, we don’t sacrifice newborns,” I shake my head and look at each of them, plastering on my creepiest grin, “just kittens.”
Adri falls over again and this time her laugh is loud and full, “she said that, too!”
“Done being a creep?” Travis says from behind me and I instantly feel the warmth from his body penetrate mine.
“No!” I scoff, “I am what I am.”
“Let’s get to trig, Creep.” He says with a slight teasing tone.
After dumping my tray, I follow behind Travis as he leads us to trig. His shoulders are always squared and tense, like he’s on constant alert here and the tension he exudes is thick. No wonder people had let him drift under the radar for so long. It wasn’t because he didn’t get noticed, because I can tell you, every guy and chick alike, gives him a once over when he passes. No, it’s because the energy he throws out is violent and unstable.
“Mr. Corelli is a bit of a prick. Just sit by me and I will guide you through the shit. Don’t ask him too many questions because he has no fucking patience.” He says as he walks in the room.
“Noted.”
He goes to the row in the far back and sits at a pair of desks. I watch as he slouches down and his legs are thrown out wide. Fuck, Travis has no idea just how attractive he is and it’s so fucking hot. I sit down beside him and my leg brushes against his. So, I move it over a bit only to have him move his wider until we’re touching again. I turn my face to look at him but he’s looking straight ahead with the same scowl he always has on his face. I watch his jaw clench and immediately I’m hard as stone.
I have barely absorbed anything in this class, with my hard as fuck dick and Travis’ constant brushing me with his knee, I just couldn’t think straight. As soon as the bell rings I exhale a sigh of relief and rest my head on my arms on the desk.
“You good?” He asks.
I look up at him and meet his eyes, “I’m fucking confused.”
“You’ll get it,” he nods. “I’ll help you.”
I don’t just mean school, I mean him as well. Like what the fuck is going on with us? But I don’t say shit and gather my stuff into my bag. All the new textbooks are heavy and I decide to make use of the ten minutes between classes to get to my locker for a drop off.
“English is in this hall, just a few doors down.” Travis says as he swings his bag over his shoulder.
“Thanks.” I mutter and watch as he leaves the classroom.
It takes me about six minutes to find my way back to my fucking locker and standing at hers is Marlana. I’ve never been one that feels the need to bully or torment anyone unless I am provoked and looking at this girl makes me feel a bit sorry for her. Did she fuck up? Fucking yes she did but I can only guess she was in love with Vin and was trying to keep her claws locked in tight when she felt him slipping. I don’t want anything to do with her because of the shit she pulled on my sister but I don’t want to partake in any bullying either. If she stays out of my way, I’ll stay out of hers.
I open my locker beside her and watch as her body tenses. She’s afraid and it’s not something I like. I don’t want to have females afraid of me, that’s just not who I am and I know my sister wouldn’t force me into bullying this chick if I didn’t want to. I’m not even completely convinced she would bully her either.
“So, how long do I have before the dream couple are back to make my life hell?” I hear her sneer. Huh, so maybe not such a kicked puppy after all.
“Next week.” I close my locker door and study her. She won’t meet my eyes but her face is distorted in disgust. “Word of advice? Keep your head down and mind your own business.”
“They don’t scare me.” She closes her locker door.
“That’s your first mistake.” I exhale and shake my head.
I turn around and start my trek back to where my English class is. I don’t care to think too much on this Marlana chick, honestly? It’s just not my problem and I know my sister is more than capable of dealing with her if she has to. I have my own fucking problems I need to sort out somehow. Like, who do I want? Travis or Adri? What if I want both? What the fuck am I going to do?
6
This week has been so fucking weird. Adri and I are barely speaking and I know it’s because of me but I can see the sexual tension between her and Emmett and I am not putting myself
