Trey’s getting shit for that fight? I keep my smirk to myself. You mean for getting his ass kicked.
I glance over at Masen who’s surrounded by four other guys, all of them laughing and joking around as if they’ve been best friends forever. Masen smiles at one of them and shakes his head, sucking a straw between his lips as he takes a drink from a 7-Eleven cup.
I feel my cheeks warm. Those lips. I couldn’t get enough of them Friday night, and he didn’t even kiss me.
What if Lyla and Ten found out right now that he had me in the backseat of his car, and I didn’t want to stop?
He seems to sense me watching him, because he turns his head toward me, both of us locking gazes across the crowded hall. His green eyes pin me to my spot, something hot flashing in them, and I suddenly can’t move a step. I spin back around, throwing my books in my locker.
“Yeah, well,” I reply, forcing my voice flat and bored. “He seems to be finding his crowd.”
“Yeah, the bottom of the barrel,” Lyla jokes, looking at the guys Masen is standing with. “All those guys will be in jail in a year.”
They seem like the type. Masen has been here less than a week and already has a crowd of friends, all of whom seem to fit his style. A few piercings here, some tattoos there, and probably all of them well-versed on the bail process.
“So I heard you ditched him at the car wash?” Ten tosses his gum into the gray trash can against the wall between my locker and a classroom door. “You’re so bad.”
“Yeah, well.” I pull out my phone, so I can take it to lunch. “My time is precious. He better get used to manual labor, anyway.”
Lyla and Ten snort, all of us shooting amused glances over at the delinquents.
Friday Masen didn’t have any friends, and now… I’ll bet anything they came to him, too. Not the other way around.
Now everyone knows him.
“He keeps looking at you,” Ten says.
I pretend disinterest as I cast a quick glance over to Masen.
My pulse starts to race.
He stands, leaning his back against the locker, and his eyes are on me. Challenging, amused, hot…like he hasn’t forgotten where we left off at all.
“He can look all he wants,” I say, slamming my locker door and meeting his eyes as I speak to my friends. “He’s never gonna get it.”
The corner of Masen’s mouth lifts in a smile across the hall, like he knows I’m talking shit about him.
“But if he does,” Ten chimes in. “Make sure I’m the first to know, okay? I want details.”
“I’m going to prom with Trey.” I hood my eyes at Ten. “Masen Laurent can admire from afar and enjoy the view.”
Both of my friends laugh, but just then, something hits the garbage can and a stream of clear liquid shoots out and right for us. Soda splashes onto the floor, I gasp as it hits my legs and causes Lyla and Ten to jump back as sticky fluid hits their ankles and shoes.
“Asshole!” Lyla screams across the hallway.
Masen pushes off the lockers, still holding his straw as he chews on it, smirking. His friends follow, all of them chuckling.
He must’ve thrown his soda from over there, into the garbage can.
Prick.
“Sorry, Rocks.” Masen pulls the straw out of his mouth, a cocky look in his eyes as he stares at me. “Didn’t mean to make you dirty.”
His words are filled with innuendo, and his friends laugh louder around him. I flex my jaw, dying to slap that smile off his face as he and his new friends walk away, down the hall, and toward the lunchroom.
He never fails to make an impression, does he?
“Jerk,” Lyla grits out. “I’m going to the bathroom to clean up.”
She brushes past me and Ten follows her, shaking his head with an amused smile. “We’ll meet you in the lunchroom,” he says as he passes.
I turn and reopen my locker, taking out the cashmere scarf Masen ruined. It’s already dirty, so what does it matter? I dry off my legs and ankles and throw it back in the locker, making a mental note to take it home tonight and get it cleaned.
The bell rings, and I head to the cafeteria, actually feeling hungry enough to leave my books in my locker today and eat something.
But when I pass the Physics lab, I see something dark come at me on my left, and I barely have time to realize it’s Masen before he shoves me through the door. I stumble into the empty classroom, sucking in a breath as he shuts the door and advances on me, backing me up into the wall.
My heart pounds in my chest, and butterflies flutter in my stomach. But I stamp it down. I look at him with my hands on my hips and my chin up, forcing myself to look calm.