Gavin’s eyes narrow on Dylan’s hand. “Is that right, Miss Kennedy?”
I hang my head, trying to hide my blush. “Yep, no problem.”
Gavin straightens his spine. “I see.” He points to Dylan. “Keep your hands where I can see them, Mr. Taylor.”
As Gavin walks away, Bree says, “Oh, he looks just as good from the back as he does from the front.”
“He’s an asshole,” Dylan grumbles.
Bree makes a lewd gesture with a fry. “I’d still fuck him. Any. Day. Of. The. Week.”
He glares at her. “You’re a whore, Breanna.”
“So are you, Dylan,” she retorts. “You’re just jealous because there’s new competition in town.”
“Fuck that,” he says. “I don’t go after old pussy. Any chick that I’d want wouldn’t touch his shit with a ten-foot pole.”
“Yeah, right,” Bree scoffs. “If I met him outside of school, I’d ride him like there was no tomorrow. So would Kat.”
I hold my hands up. “Hey, leave me out of this, you two!”
Dylan shoots me a scowl. “Why did he want to see you after class anyway?”
“Uh…” I stammer. “He…uh…wasn’t happy that I wasn’t paying attention during roll call. He wanted to let me know that he expects me to be less distracted going forward.” That sounds plausible, right?
Dylan makes an ‘I told you’ gesture. “See? Total asshole. Right, Kat?”
I shrug noncommittally. “I don’t know; I think he was just doing his job.” I’m sure it would help my cause if Dylan thinks I hated our teacher but I can’t force myself to speak poorly about him.
“Whatever,” Dylan mutters.
“See?” Bree smiles triumphantly. “Kat totally agrees with me. She’d bang the teacher too.”
I throw my hands up. “I said to leave me out of your petty little argument!”
“Why are you getting so defensive?” Bree asks. “Geez, Kat. Is it Shark Week or something?”
Dylan laughs. “Must be.”
I stand up. “Oh, screw both of you guys. I’m out of here.”
“Oh, Kitty, we were just kidding!”
I hold my hand up. “Don’t ‘Kitty’ me, Dylan.” I take a deep breath to center myself. “I’m sorry for being a bitch, okay? It’s been a rough couple of weeks. I’m heading to the library. I’ll talk to you guys later.”
“Oh, you know we love you, bitch,” Bree says. “Meet me out front after the final bell, okay?”
I nod. “Yeah, see you then.”
I spot Gavin watching me as I leave the cafeteria. He looks like he wants to follow but stops himself at the last second. I can see the questions running through his brain and the last thing I need right now is another confrontation. I head to the library as fast as possible and hide out behind the stacks until the bell rings. It never seems to fail; when it comes to fight or flight, I always gravitate toward the latter. I’m disgusted with my behavior. Clearly, this situation is going to be more difficult than I thought.
I’M THE LAST ONE TO ARRIVE for second period. The only open seat is right in front of Gavin’s desk. You know, the same one that we screwed on less than twenty-four hours ago? I look up as I walk into the room and see him sitting down, looking at the empty chair in front of him with a smirk. Did he plan this somehow? Ignoring my attraction to him is going to be difficult, especially in such close proximity. I thought we both agreed that we needed to stay far away from each other. What the hell?
“Good morning, Miss Kennedy,” he purrs as I sit down.
I blush. “Morning, Mr. Cooper.”
His deep voice addresses the room as soon as the bell rings. “Good morning, class. Let’s get straight to today’s lesson. I trust that you all completed your required summer reading?”