Painkiller

He’d fuck up anyone, kick their asses, hell, he’d just have to look at them in a fucked up way and they’d shut the fuck up.

But he could control himself.

“Lunch?” she asked and smiled, her cheeks still pink.

“Of course.”

She glanced around, and surprising the hell out of him she leaned forward and kissed him right on the lips. Her face got redder when she pulled away, and she glanced around, but it didn’t look like anyone saw them.

“Damn, baby, I’m hard as fucking steel right now.” He grinned. “How am I supposed to walk sporting this thing?” He gestured to his dick.

She reached out, her gaze on his, and rubbed him through his jeans. “You’ll figure it out.”

And then she was out of the car and waving to him as she headed inside.

Damn, she was a little tease, and fuck did he love it.

Chapter Nine

Rosie made her way to the next class, her mouth still tingling after the kiss she gave Rebel, even hours later. She found herself touching her lips, and knew she was smiling.

It had been a spur of the moment kind of thing to kiss Rebel, knowing anyone could have seen them, but also not being able to help herself. Since they’d slept together that’s all she’d been able to think, all she’d been able to feel.

But until they told their parents she didn’t want to risk them finding out. What a shock that would be.

“Hey.”

The voice in front of her had Rosie stopping and looking up. Charleston stood just a few feet from her, his expression stoic.

“Oh, hi.” To be honest she felt a little weird over the fact he’d looked her up online. Why hadn’t he just asked her for her number?

“So, you up for tutoring me sometime today?”

She felt her eyebrows rise. “Today?”

He nodded.

“I don’t know if I’ll have time.”

“I’m already struggling in English,” he said.

“Uh.” She thought about her schedule. “I could probably carve out like an hour after school tomorrow?”

He nodded once. “That would be great. My place?” He seemed pretty eager about doing it at his place.

“Yeah, that really won’t work. How about the library?”

His brows went low over his eyes, and he looked down at the ground for a second.

“I’d say your place, but your brother—”

“Stepbrother,” she corrected him.

“Yeah, he’ll probably be there and knowing how our track record has been…”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” she said and adjusted her bag. “So the library would probably be best.” Because she didn’t want more drama, especially when this was strictly about helping Charleston in school.

He was silent for a second, but then nodded. “Okay, cool. See you then.”

She nodded and watched him walk away. Maybe it was just all the shit Rebel was telling her about him being a bad boy, but Rosie had a weird feeling about Charleston.

But that wouldn’t stop her from helping a fellow student, and the weird feeling she got with him was the reason she’d said the public library.

I need to get my shit together, because I have other things to worry about, like how in the hell I’m going to tell Mom about me and Rebel.

* * *

Rebel bounced his leg under his desk as he stared at the back of Charleston’s head. He had one more class after this before lunch, and all he’d been thinking about was seeing Rosie.

Fuck, he wanted her like a fiend, and he knew that would never go away. But he’d also been thinking about the phone call Charleston had made to Rosie this morning, and the fact he’d searched her phone number out like some kind of stalker.

That pissed him off enough he felt like a beast was about to burst free from him.

He felt Rowley nudge his back, and Rebel leaned back in the chair and turned his head slightly to see what the other guy wanted. The teacher was rambling about something, but Rebel wasn’t paying much attention to it.

“I found out why that prick left his other school,” Rowley whispered.

Rebel glanced at Charleston again, the guy using his pen to carve something into the desk.

“Apparently he assaulted his girlfriend.”

Rebel turned and faced Rowley.

“He also has a bad track record with the school, like randomly picking fights. He beat the shit out of one guy and sent him to the hospital just because he bumped into him.”

“How the fuck do you know this?”

“Shh,” the teacher said and glared at them. When he turned back to the dry erase board and started the lecture again, Rowley finished talking.

“Marnie works in the office during study hall. She said she saw his record. The fucker has an anger issue that makes him a psycho.”

Marnie, Rowley’s on again, off again, fuck buddy.

Rebel looked at Charleston again, and saw the asshole was looking right at him. Rebel might be the school bad boy, but he certainly didn’t resort to random acts of violence, and he sure as fuck didn’t assault women.