Which I wasn’t, not at the moment. I was fuckingtired.
She slid into the seat, the sound of her chewing on the gum that never seemed to expire irritating me beyond belief. Her hand crept onto my thigh, and I moved it away abruptly, throwing her an apologetic smile.
“Not in the mood, kitten. Sorry.”
I heard a guffaw in front of me, and I noticed Josh’s shoulders shake as he tried to disguise it. I sighed as Sasha tensed up beside me, her eyes boring into me.
This was the problem with shitting on your doorstep. Girls expected things, started demanding things. They got territorial without due cause, making out they were all for the casual loving but demanding a fucking Facebook relationship status as you pulled your dick out of them.
Nah.
I had made it clear to Sasha it was just a bit of fun—I had zero intention of settling down anytime soon. I couldn’t stick to the same girl for long, so there was no way I was going to make promises I couldn’t keep.
A woman walked in, and I sat up a bit straighter, as did most of the guys in the room. My stomach flipped over as she brushed her hair out of her eyes nervously, biting on her full lips as she shuffled some papers on the teacher’s desk.
She wore a navy dress with black tights and high fuck-me heels. I exchanged a glance with Gabe, my best friend since our diaper days. He gave me a knowing smile, and he cleared his throat, making her dark brown eyes flash up at him, confused.
“Excuse me, Miss, where’s Mr. Frazer?”
She blinked before she blushed, darting a look at the door. As if on cue, in walked Mr. Frazer, a mountain of a man who let his gaze linger on the woman’s legs longer than necessary.
Pervy bastard.
“Sorry I’m late, class,” he drawled, not the least bit embarrassed. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from the broad in the navy dress, the way she stood innocently, staring down at a ring on her hand as she twisted it around her finger. She didn’t look old enough to be a teacher, and she wasn’t a student—I’d remember seeing her.
“Class, we have a student teacher in with us today—her name is Miss DeQuincy. She’s here to observe and help me. You can go about your business as usual,” Mr. Frazer answered my silent question as I sent him a thank you with my eyes.
Miss DeQuincy swallowed as the entire room gawped at her, and when she lifted her eyes, they met mine. It was as though static electricity bolted from her to me like a hairdryer dropped in a bath of water.
What the fuck?
I couldn’t take my eyes away from her, but she glanced away, focusing her attention on Mr. Frazer, who puffed his chest out like a pigeon in heat.
“So, today we start our new book. I know you are allincrediblyexcited.” His voice dripped with sarcasm as he dumped a pile of textbooks onto the table with a thud, beaming at us.
“ROMEO AND JULIET!” he roared with enthusiasm as we all stared at him.
Wonder-fucking-ful.
CHAPTER 2
CALEB
Somehow this DeQuincy chick made English bearable, but it was still fuckingbullshit.
I hate school.
I wasn’t a jock either, as I couldn’t stand sports. I didn’t get what was so exciting about chasing a ball around a field with a group of sweaty guys—plus, it would eat into my private time.
Dad had humored mom when she put me in all kinds of after-school clubs when I was a kid—until I came home with a black eye when the ball hit me square in the face because I wasn’t paying attention. He said I was made for different things, and he was right.
Dad was always right. We didn’t tell Mom.
The bell rang, signaling the end of class and giving me freedom, albeit temporarily. I didn’t need to gather my shit because I didn’t even take anything out of my bag, so I was the first one at the door. Miss DeQuincy tidied the books away, leaning up to stack them on the shelf beside me. She was small, even in those heels. Her tongue darted across her lips as she reached, and I realized I was staring.
“Can I help you with something?” She asked me coolly, stretching to push the books onto the shelf.
“No, but maybe I can help you with those books?’ I offered as she shot me a look of indifference.
