Grinding my teeth together, I watch his broad shoulders disappear down the stairs and curse at how my stomach flutters.
"We'll see who ends up on their knees," I whisper.
* * *
The white BMW i8 vibrates under my ass andit takes everything inside of me to not moan, my nails digging into my thighs but I don't think it escapes Tey's notice as he twirls a lock of my hair from the seat behind me with a chuckle. Why did they make me sit in the passenger seat? It's as if they knew this car would have me drooling and my panties soaked. I can't help it, it's in my blood to appreciate things that are worthy and this car is...theperfect racing car. Wonder if I could sneak it out sometime for a ride without Logan finding out?
Twenty minutes of pure torture and I'm almost happy when we reach the school parking lot. A Ducati Panigale V4 motorcycle pulls in right beside us, nearly making my eyes pop out of my head. My fingers twitch to get out and steal that bike for a joy ride because those babies are fast, real fucking fast. The rider looks directly at me through the tinted window before sliding off his helmet. I should have guessed it was Nicky. Grey dress pants mold to his muscular thighs as he swings his legs over the seat and a white button down does wonders for his arms with his sleeves rolled up. Two words: arm porn. Colorful sleeve tattoos cover both of his arms, and I want to get closer to discover every inked inch of him. Nicky walks to the front of the car and waits, he almost looks bored but I can see the watchful way he glances around. Seeing the population of high school kids, talking to friends, on their phones, and dressed in designer clothes… it all makes me feel like I belong in the trash because I don’t fit in here. Welcome to Beverly Hills High, where the rich and famous flash money like it’s nothing. Logan clears his throat as he turns off the car, twisting in his seat to look me over before glancing at Tey with a raised brow.
"Dalton is waiting for you in classroom 315 to give you the grand tour. Stay out of the spotlight, don't get in our way, and be a good girl." Logan smirks like the ass he is and climbs out of the car without another glance back at me as he makes his way across the packed parking lot.
Damn him. Heads turn as he walks by, guys nodding in that weird way but eye him cautiously at the same time. Girls adjust their already short tops so they lay a little lower and flutter their fake lashes. Fake tans, bottle hair dye, and high heels pretty much describe the girls in a California high school. Logan is surrounded in seconds with an easy grin and throwing an arm over some blonde, big breasted chick. Jealousy flares in my stomach, catching me off guard because I've never, ever had this feeling for a guy before. At least Nicky just walks by his friend's side, all cool and collected, pushing away any girl that slides up to him. Why do I care? I don’t know or own these guys. They’re all assholes.
"There, there, little dove, don't take it so personally. Lo jumps from girl to girl. Let's get you inside because I have shit to do," Tey says, hopping out and opening the door for me while pulling a joint from his pocket and lighting up without a care in the world.
Guess the rules don't apply to these guys.
I take a deep breath and follow a high Tey towards the school double doors, ignoring the curious glances shooting our way. If looks could kill, I’d be dead a hundred times over by now. Way too many girls are glaring at me as if I stole their favorite lipstick. I straighten my spine and walk with my head held high, I don’t owe these people anything.
I almost lose Tey in the crowd of teenagers hanging by their lockers, shuffling in the tight hallways towards their morning classes before the bell rings. I hate the stares, the leer from the guys as I move along with the student body. It feels like walls are closing in around me as the panic starts to set in. Loud male laughter rings out as my gaze flickers around, drawing my attention to a group of jocks at the end of the hall surrounding a locker. Three sets of male eyes are on me, like a pack of animals at a watering hole. One in particular jock with red hair in a jersey slides his slimy brown gaze up and down my body with a cocky grin. Tall, muscular, and a guy who thinks women belong on their knees, a typical school bully jock. I know men like him ooze confidence because they think a woman will never say no to them, I'm the new meat in their territory.
Shit.
A muscular chest and broad shoulders covered in a soft cotton black t-shirt blocks the jocks’ view as a wave of dizziness comes over me. A single finger tilts my chin up, making me look into arctic ocean eyes.
"It's a playground of wild, horny animals. Vicious and deadly. Welcome to Beverly Hills High," Tey mutters with a lazy grin, his bright blonde hair falling over his eyes, hiding that all too knowing gaze from me.
"You’re really fucking crazy aren't you?" I eye him with a raised brow, seeing so much he tries to hide behind the weed, the loneliness.
I don't think anyone really knows the real Tey and lucky me is seeing his true colors that are hidden behind a mask I want to peel off his perfect face.
"Only the craziest, baby," he whispers so only I can hear and leans forward, skimming his nose along my neck with a deep inhale before stepping back. "See you later, starfish. Room 315. Dalton has your schedule." He turns away, leaving me to find the fucking class alone and the Hell’s Angels son, aka Dalton.
Without him invading my space, it's like a bubble popped and the noise returns. The mutters and bangs of lockers almost make me jump, forgetting for a second that we were standing in the middle of the crowded hall while classmates walk by staring. I shake my head at his retreating back and the silliness of the nicknames he’s been using for me. I kind of like them. They’re not as annoying and I look forward to seeing what other ridiculous nicknames he will come up with.
Glancing around, I swear under my breath, noticing every goddamn person is gawking at me like I’m a freaking leper. A lanky, nerdy guy with a Star Wars shirt hanging loose on him, walks by with his head down as he clenches his bookbag strap in a death grip and pushes his glasses up his nose.
Perfect. I don’t need another towering, all ripped muscles jerk over my shoulder, and he looks nice enough.
“Hey!” He jumps at my overly excited outburst and jerks his head up, looking behind him left and right to see if I’m talking to him.
“Me?” He asks softly, all shy, his hazel eyes big behind his glasses.
“Yeah, you. Do you mind pointing me in the direction of room 315?” I ask, pulling him out of the way by the strap of his bag as one of those ass jocks walk by, about to bump into him.
“Watch where you’re going freak.” The douche jock sneers, both of us choosing to ignore him.
“S-sure, it’s uh, on the second floor. I’ll um, walk you there if you’d like?” I actually find his blush adorable and the slight stutter.
I just really want to hug the guy, which by the way, I’m not a hugger of any type but he feels safe. He doesn’t look like he wants anything from me but maybe friendship. He hasn’t once stepped into my space or looked at my body.
Dear God, is it possible for me to have a male friend?
“That would be great! I’m Tillie.” I smile softly, just staring directly at him and raise an eyebrow as he continues to stand there, pushing those big glasses up his nose nervously.
“Oh, yeah, I’m Evan. Let’s go before I’m uh, late for physics.” He practically squeaks and turns on his converse in the opposite direction.
I follow by his side, noticing how empty the halls are becoming, and dreading the whole new girl act. I’ll cut someone if they make me stand in front of the class to tell my life story. I don’t care if I’m starting in the middle of the school quarter, my story is my own.
