I gawk at the girl sitting in my passenger’s seat. She’s got to be fucking insane. This is Kaylah Millington we’re talking about, she’d nail me in the balls if I tried that shit on her, though I have to admit that it sounds interesting. “You’re shitting me, right?” I laugh. “She’s going to fucking slap me.”
“Trust me. It’s in all the romance books.”
I shake my head as I bring my car to a stop in my usual space and realize there’s someone here waiting for me and my mood instantly plummets. “Oh, get fucked,” I grumble under my breath as I take in my whore of a half-sister.
“What the hell does she want now?” Tora groans.
I get out of my car and meet Tora around the front. We start walking toward the front gates and I’m more than set on ignoring Phoenix, only she steps right in my way, making ignoring her impossible. I groan as I stare down at the bitch while Tora continues on, more than happy to avoid this. “What do you want?”
“I think it’s time we bury the hatchet and move on,” Phoenix says, way too perky for this time of the morning. “You’re my brother and I’d like to get to know you and Nate better. After all, we are family.”
Ugh. Nope. Not today. I’ve got much better things to do with my time. I’d rather allow Tyson to go gold mining in my ass than have this conversation with Phoenix. “Never going to happen,” I say, stepping around her and walking up to the school to where a group of my friends are chilling outside the front doors.
I don’t know what the fuck Phoenix was thinking. After seducing me last summer and getting me into bed before revealing that she was my half-sister…fuck. The thought still makes me sick.
I leave Phoenix way behind. “Don’t forget,” I hear coming from that voice of reason. I look over my shoulder to see Tora grinning back at me. “You’re the man, Jesse Ryder. Be the man.”
Damn fucking straight I am.
Chapter 7
Jesse
I am so not the man.
Why the hell has it taken me a week to suck it up? This isn’t me. I’m not a fucking pussy when it comes to women, but put Kaylah Millington in front of me and I’m a weak bastard.
I haven’t been able to get Tora’s words out of my head. Every single day I wonder how Kaylah would react to me pressing her up against her locker and claiming her as my own, and the more I think about it, the more I want to do it, but I’m convinced she’s going to laugh at me. Yet I can’t deny that with each passing day, I grow more and more obsessed with this girl.
She’s fucking beautiful and over the space of the last week, I’ve wondered if I affect her just as badly as she does me. She watches me when she thinks I’m not looking, she gravitates toward me, and when I touch her, she sucks in a breath as though my touch is burning her skin in the best way possible. I fucking love it.
I have to do this. It doesn’t even matter if she rejects me, well, it kind of does, but I can’t go on without giving it a shot. Screw her brother and screw Nate. I’m done tip-toeing around this. I want her and I’m going to make her mine.
I sit in my English class with Lauren glaring at me and my patience is wearing thin. There are four minutes until the bell signals the end of school. Four minutes until I make her mine.
The clock counts down slower than what it’s taken Nate to realize how badly he fucked up.
Three minutes. I tap my fingers.
Two. My knee bounces.
One. Fuck it, I’m out of here.
I fly through the door before the bell has even rung. Who gives a shit about the last sixty seconds? It’s not like I was missing much anyway. I get halfway when the bell finally rings and the corridors fill with students all blocking my way to her. Though it’s not like I actually know where she is. I’m not like Nate and Puck and have my girl’s class schedule memorized.
I get into the junior hallway and probably look like a crazed animal, but I don’t care. I’m a fucking man on a mission. My eyes swivel to her locker and there she is. My fucking girl.
I make my way toward her, trying to reel in my crazy. After all, I wouldn’t want to scare her. Kaylah spots me a mile away and neither of us has the strength to look away. The closer I get, the more intense it becomes.
She knows this is it. I’ve sensed it all week. She’s been waiting for me to make my move and now it’s here.