“First up,” I say to the guy. “Don’t look so fucking cocky. You didn’t get away with shit. And second, if this is going to work, you need to move your big ass down.”
He raises a brow, challenging me but quickly realizes that I’ll put up a bigger fight than the chair is worth. Reluctantly, he scoots down to the next space and I take my seat. “Smart move,” I say, twisting in my chair to face his. “Aiden, is it?”
“That’s right,” he says, watching me with cautious eyes. “‘Let me guess. You’re the head cheerleader?”
I smirk back at him, adding a scoff for good measure. “Try ‘the bitch who took the head cheerleader down.’ I’m the fucking Queen of this school. The cheerleaders are shit I walk in.”
Aiden watches me for a long, drawn out moment. “You and I are going to get along just fine.”
I study him in return. “We’ll see about that,” I tell him before holding my hand out. “Let me see your schedule.”
Aiden rifles around in a stack of papers before pulling out his class schedule and handing it over. My eyes scan over the classes and rooms he’ll be attending before I start trying to remember where the hell each one is. “So, you’re related to Spencer,” I state, though from my tone it comes out more like an accusation.
“Yeah, he’s my cousin,” he chuckles, still watching me. “Why do you sound so put off about that?”
I grin to myself. “Let’s just say that I’m the reason for his broken jaw a few months ago.”
“Ahhhh,” he says. “So, I’m assuming it was your boyfriend who hit him?”
“Sure was”’ I say proudly. “Though, maybe he didn’t quite deserve the first one, but the second time; that he deserved.”
“Yeah, he can be a bit of an asshole, but I swear, he’s not a bad guy. Just makes shitty decisions.”
I stare blankly at him. “He told the whole school he was fucking me like I was some kind of prostitute.”
Aiden scrunches up his face. “Well, shit. I guess he did deserve it.”
“Damn straight.”
“You can’t blame him, though. You’re fucking hot. What guy wouldn’t want to connect themselves with that?” he questions.
“Only a guy with a death wish,” I murmur before turning on him. “Don’t tell me you’re a douchebag like your cousin, otherwise, this little arrangement isn’t going to work. I’m more than happy to leave you to the sharks.”
He sucks in a breath. “And risk getting your two detentions back?”
“Trust me, I’m no fucking stranger to a good detention. Besides, they’re useful for a good midday nap. I really don’t mind either way.”
He considers me a moment. “Alright, I’ll quit playing, but for the record, I’m not a douchebag. I can be an ass, but I’m no douchebag.”
“Good to know,” I tell him as the bell for first period sounds. “Now, get your ass up. I have to get you all the way to the opposite side of the school and back for my class before the second warning bell, otherwise, I’m toast. I have a test and I can’t be late for it.”
“Sir, yes, sir,” he murmurs, sliding back out of his chair and giving me a salute.
“Now, that’s more like it.”
Just as I’d hoped, he keeps a good pace and I give him the ins and outs of Haven Falls Private as he shares a little about himself. Turns out the guy is a football player after all. He got a transfer after his mom complained for the millionth time about wanting to be closer to her sister, who is Spencer’s mom, and ta-da, now he’s here.
By the time we reach his class, I decide that I’m going to adopt him. He seems like a pretty cool guy and maybe I’d misjudged him at first. He’s cool enough to hang out with us at lunch, but don’t be fooled, I’m not disrespecting pack rules. I have a firm line that nobody is going to cross, not even cool football players like Aiden. Besides, he’s Spencer’s cousin. I have a feeling Noah will be keeping this guy at arm’s length.
I leave him to his class with a few directions on how to get to his calculus class afterward before hauling ass to my own.
I make it just in time and step through the door moments before my teacher closes it and starts handing out tests. “Alright,” Mr. Watkins says, “phones away and get yourselves ready. This exam counts for twenty percent of your overall grade so I expect your full concentration. You have fifty minutes to complete it,” he adds, finishing off handing them out. He steps away and heads back to his desk before grabbing his timer. “Your time starts now.”
By the time lunch comes around, I’m already exhausted. It’s been a big day and I can’t wait for it to end, only it’s not that easy anymore. Once the end of school bell sounds, I’ll be heading to Tully’s bedroom to work on my economics assignment. Lucky me. I just have to hope that Tully can get into it a little quicker this afternoon. Yesterday, I endured an hour and a half of her whining before she shut up and dug in. It was tricky with her sore arm, but luckily she’s left-handed so she’s still able to hold a pen.