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Strangely, I’m not sure my poor, naïve heart could stand being cast aside so quickly if his mere presence causes such chaos in my chest.
It’s stupid. I’ve known him less than a week, and he’s not been the least bit kind, but the way my gut clenches when I see him with another girl tells me that this is more than just a harmless flirtation.
What the heck is wrong with me? My first crush is with a heartless boy with a cruel grin.
Eventually, I turn my thoughts away from the impossible and start in on my homework, only to jump out of my skin when something buzzes in my backpack and I remember that I now have a phone.
Since the only person who knows I have a phone is Cyn, I dive for the thing with a fluttery pang in my chest and fumble around with it impatiently.
It takes me a minute to figure out how to open the damn thing before I search around and tap on the message icon, reading a text I presume to be from Cyn.
Home safe and sound?
Even though my pulse is dancing out of my skin, I’m still painfully aware of his motivations, so with a bitter smile, I type out a response.
Who is this?
Do I need to spank your ass?
Holy shit. Shuddering, I stare at the phone for a full minute in disbelief before he sends another message.
Cyn: I take it that’s a yes?
Rain: No!
Cyn: Hmm . . . Are you home now?
Rain: Why?
Cyn: Rain . . .
Rain: Yes
Cyn: Oh, I’m going to enjoy punishing you
Rain: Yes, I’m home!
After that, I drop the phone and scream into my pillow because while I should be grossly offended or even afraid of his statements, I’m so aroused I’m pulsing. But I refuse to give him the satisfaction of knowing. And I won’t beg, so I’m on my own with this.
Chapter Five
The following morning, I trudge into the school building behind Iris in anticipation and abject fear, but to my disappointment, Cyn isn’t at lunch, and I don’t see him anywhere throughout the day. Jig is even absent from PE, and the afternoon sails by with an almost dull quality.
I hear rumblings from a few students in PE that they’re handling business with a rival group, but I don’t know what that means, and I’m hardly in a position to ask for more information.
Shockingly, the dude from yesterday that got up in Jig’s face is now sporting twin black eyes and a puffy lip, leaving me wondering if they finished their spat off school grounds.
Unfortunately, without Jig in PE, I’m stuck with Rand, who cycles between being an ass and trying to get in my pants. And once more, I damn Cyn for bringing up my virginity and Iris for confirming it.
I might as well have waved a red flag in front of a bull because, although I’m still viewed with curiosity, I also now notice the appreciative stares I receive when I happen to look around.
The next few days are quiet, the guys still absent, and I start to relax into my new environment, meeting a few peers here and there and soaking up knowledge that before formal education was lackluster at best.
In some ways, I have to work harder to catch up academically while in others I’m far more advanced. I didn’t have distractions on the compound, and learning was my only outlet, so I checked out books from the library, which was allowed only once a month. Still, I read about anything and everything I could get my hands on, and when I couldn’t learn it from a book, I followed around the compound members, asking them to teach me everything from growing to mechanics to building.
So, I’m hardly unlearned, but my skill set is widely varied but also too specific.
I sit down to lunch with these thoughts in mind, nodding at Natasha, who still hasn’t warmed up to me, and Oscar with his owlish eyes behind his glasses.
