Her long, black/brown hair was in a low ponytail at the back of her head, and the tail was coming over her left shoulder to curve around her breast.
And her eyes were slanted slightly, hinting of Japanese descent.
Maybe not full-blown Japanese, but she definitely had someone in her family that was.
Her arms were crossed tightly over her chest, and she was staring ahead at the chalkboard—what the fuck kind of school still had chalkboards? —and doing her level best to ignore the hell out of me.
“My name is Banner Spurlock. I’m a senior. I don’t work anywhere just yet because I just moved here. But I’ll probably be finding a bike shop or something to work at when I do. I play football and hockey,” I droned.
Mrs. Stripper—I mean Hooker—clapped her hands.
“Wonderful!” she cried. “Well, as I’m sure a lot of you know, my name is Genie Hooker. I graduated two years ago from SFA with my teaching degree…”
I ignored her and instead focused on the girl that was next to me.
Her long brownish-black hair was captivating.
There were strands of it that had the subtlest shade of purple to it, and it almost made her hair look like a galaxy.
And her skin was just fucking perfect.
Her sweatpants and shirt did nothing to hide her figure, either.
Underneath it all, I could tell that she had an amazing one.
Big boobs, muscular legs, curvy hips.
She really did kind of look like Mulan, too.
Not that I’d be telling her that based solely on how she’d reacted when the little shit in the back of the class had.
Crossing my arms over my chest, I leaned back in my seat and thought about my next class.
I also thought about what I would need to do after school.
I had a meeting with the coach about trying out for the team.
I was so in my own head that Perry, the girl I was trying very hard not to study, poked me with a stack of papers.
“Here,” she said.
I took them from her, accidentally brushing my hand against hers.
She jumped and pulled back before I had them fully in my grasp, causing the papers to flutter to the floor.
They landed everywhere, and she cursed, getting out of her seat and rounding it to help me pick them up.
She bent down just as I did, her face only inches from mine.
When she looked up, it was directly into my eyes.
We were only inches away, and I had to fight the urge to lean in and close the distance.
To see if those beautiful lips tasted as good as I imagined.
But before I could do anything, the bell rang signaling that our class was over.
She cursed and stood up, slapping a paper down onto my desk and practically shoving the papers into the kid’s arms behind me.
Grinning at her practically sprinting out of the classroom, I followed at a more sedate pace behind her, enjoying watching her ass sway as she hustled down the hall and disappeared around the corner.
“What the fuck?”
I turned, finding my cousin Blue standing there staring at me in horror.
“Blue!” I yelled, taking two large steps and engulfing her in my arms.
“What the fuck are you doing here?” Blue asked as she wrapped her arms around my neck and squeezed.
It actually hurt seeing as she had a textbook in one hand.
I dropped her to her feet and looked at her with a scowl.
“Vance.”
One word was all that was needed.
“Fucker,” Blue said.
“Language, Ms. Spurlock.”
I blinked, looking at a rather large guy standing behind her.
At first I thought it was a teacher seeing as the motherfucker had a beard—though that wasn’t saying anything because I had a bit of one, too—but then Blue’s next words confirmed that it wasn’t.
“Go the fuck away, Titus.”
But Titus didn’t go away, he looked at me and offered his hand.
“Titus King,” he said softly. “You’re the new kid?”
Blue rolled her eyes.
“I gotta go. I have athletics next, and I don’t want to be late for volleyball, or Coach is going to kick my ass.” She started away but then turned to stare at Titus. “Titus, this is my cousin Banner. He plays football. He’s the ball thrower, whatever those are called. He could kick Alero’s ass.”
With that, she left, sprinting her way down the hall.
“Ball thrower.” Titus snorted. “She’s a hoot. You’re a quarterback?”
I nodded. “I am.”
“Tryouts were a month ago,” he said. “But I can get you in to talk to the coach. I have a free period right now. Usually I’m an office assistant but they let me do whatever. Coach is usually in the gym watching his wife during this period. Want to go now? I’ll introduce you.”
I looked at my next class and saw that I had an office assistant class for the next hour, too.
“I had an appointment later anyway, but sure, why not.” I paused. “What the fuck is an office assistant?” I asked. “And I at least have to check in since it’s my first day.”
Titus jerked his head toward me.
“I’ll go with. We’ll tell Mrs. Procell what we’re doing, then head to the gym,” he said.
I went with him, and like he said, Mrs. Procell, the office chick that I’d gotten my schedule from earlier, nodded at us both. “Just come back toward the end of the period in case we need anything.”
With that, we both headed toward the gym.
“I was about to kick your ass until I heard your last name,” he said conversationally.
“Why?”
He opened a door that led into the gym, and I looked around to see that we were in what looked to be an upper level of the gym, overlooking the basketball court. Or the volleyball court.
When I looked down, I saw one lone figure already out on the court.
It was Perry.
She was in tight black shorts that barely covered her ass and a tight black t-shirt that cupped her curves perfectly.
The exact opposite of what she was wearing earlier.
“Because I saw you hugging Blue, and
