I shrug a shoulder casually. “No clue. I’ll make sure you get an invite, though…” I trail off, looking at her pointedly.
“Julie,” she supplies, beaming a smile at me. “Can’t wait.”
I lift one of my coffees, tipping the cup in a little wave, then take the fork in the path toward Stoker Hall, leaving Julie behind. I’ll probably forget all about her by this afternoon.
It’s funny, I used to obsess over girls like Julie, and they never looked my way. Now, these vapid little social climbers won’t leave me alone. It’s amazing what a few years in the gym and an attitude adjustment can do for your game.
Another student is exiting Stoker Hall as I approach, and as soon as he sees me coming, he pauses to wait for me like a good little pleb, holding the door open. I thank him with a nod as I step through, the musty smell of the aged building tickling my nose as I make my way down the corridor to the lecture hall. Another student rushes to hold the door for me to enter, and I step through and pause just inside the double doors, eyes scanning the rows of co-eds until they land upon the one I’m looking for.
Ava’s dressed in one of those plaid skirts again that drive me absolutely fuckingcrazy. She’s leaning back in her chair, one tan leg crossed over the other as she reads something in the book spread out in front of her, chewing absently on the end of her pen. Nobody else is seated in her immediate vicinity, which is a testament to how fast news travels on this campus. There’s no doubt in my mind the entire student body knows Ava’s tangledup with the Kings, and they’re wisely keeping their distance as a result.
I grin to myself as I start down the stairs and weave through the rows to join her. Stats class may be the fuckingworst, but having Ava here to endure it with me from now on may just change my mind.
“Morning, sweetheart,” I croon as I approach, claiming the seat beside her.
The look she throws me can only be described as a death glare. Seriously, if looks could kill, I’d be done for.
Whipping her head back around, she focuses in on her book again, resting her elbow on the table. She raises a hand to the side of her face to block me out of her line of vision, pointedly ignoring my presence.
I set the coffees down on the table with a heavy sigh, leaning over to reach down into my backpack for my textbook and laptop. “And here I was gonna offer you a coffee until you started acting like a stuck-up bitch,” I murmur as I dig around in my bag.
I’ve got my back to her, but Ifeelher turn to look at me in offended indignation. When I straighten and twist at the waist to set my things on the table, I catch her glaring at the side of my head in my peripheral vision.
“I’m not acting stuck-up!” she whisper-shouts, brows furrowing in anger and a little crease forming between them. “I’m just trying to catch myself up in this class thatyou guysadded to my schedule without my consent. Soexcuse meif you don’t have my full attention.”
I arch a brow, slowly turning toward her until I meet her eyes. This definitely isn’t the shy, meek little girl I met in the Registrar’s office last week, and it isn’t the pleading little crybaby I saw puking in the sand over the weekend, either. Ava’s all fired up like she was when I cornered her in the library on Saturday,and I’d be lying if I said this feisty side of her doesn’t get my dick hard. It seems the more we push her, the harder she fights back.
They break so much more beautifully when they’ve got some fight in them.
“Here,” I offer, sliding one of my coffees toward her. “You seem like you need this more than me.”
She purses her lips, eyes narrowing on me in suspicion. It’s clear she doesn’t trust the gesture.
Before she can question me about it, Professor Astor walks in, clearing his throat to get the class’s attention as he steps up to the podium at the front of the room. I flip my textbook open to the chapter we’re on, spread my knees, and sink back in my chair, getting comfortable.
Ava’s eyes ping between me and the coffee cup in front of her as the professor makes his introductory remarks to the class. After a minute or two, she begrudgingly reaches forward and picks it up, bringing it to her lips and taking a sip. I grin to myself, nursing my own coffee as Professor Astor starts droning on about probability and statistical interference.
Ten minutes into the lecture, I’m already bored. Ava watches our professor with rapt attention, chewing idly on the end of her pen as she drinks in the knowledge he’s imparting on us, while my focus is decidedly diverted elsewhere.
She really shouldn’t do things that keep her mouth busy when I’m around. Suddenly, it’s all I can watch, and I tune out Astor while zeroing in on the way her lips pout and twist around the pen cap as she rolls it between her teeth.
My gaze slowly rakes down her body, mapping out every curve: from the swell of her tits against her sweater to the slope of her thigh, still slung over her other leg. Her tan skin is practically golden, soft and supple and justbeggingto be touched.
When I physically can’t resist anymore, I reach over, brushing the backs of my knuckles along Ava’s outer thigh. She flinches at the contact, shooting me a warning glare that says to knock it off, but I’m not so easily deterred. I continue sliding my hand up over the top of her thigh, spreading my fingers and gripping onto it firmly.
She shifts her weight in discomfort, leaning toward me to hiss a whisper through her teeth.
“Stop!”
“Shhh,” I hush, smirking to myself as I flex my grip around her leg. “Don’t make a scene, babe.”
Her thigh muscles stiffen beneath my touch, spine going rigid against the back of her chair. She stares straight ahead at the professor, trying her best to act like she doesn’t notice I’m sliding my hand up higher, tucking it beneath the hem of her skirt and cruising toward the apex of her thighs.
“Wes!” she hisses, fidgeting in her chair and discreetly elbowing me in the ribs. “Stop!”
I lean in close until my lips are hovering right beside her ear. “I don’t think you want me to stop, Ava,” I murmur, gliding my tongue along my teeth. “I think you’re still aching for relief after the other day in the library, and lucky for you, I’m in a giving mood.”
I delve my hand down between her legs and Ava jerks in her chair, hands grasping onto my forearm and fingernails digging into my skin.
