Rowdy Boy

Now I wished I hadn’t gulped down that Coke because the bile is rising in my throat already at the thought of someone catching me staring at Cole fucking Travis … and thinking it’s a crush.

“I don’t have a crush,” I explain.

She holds up her hands in surrender. “Relax, I won’t judge you. You aren’t the first.” She rolls her eyes. “And you definitely won’t be the last.”

Jesus. Are there so many girls pining over a guy like him?

Mel takes a sip of her Coke before continuing. “But I need to warn you. You really don’t want to go there, trust me. Last year, he had a huge falling out with his ex because she accused him of cheating.” She searches the crowds for someone. “She’s not here, but she has one of her friends spy on him and tell her everything he does.” She points into the crowd at a blonde, swaying back and forth to the filler music. “Right … there.”

“Kind of obsessive,” I reply.

“Word,” Mel says, taking another big sip. “Boys like that are nothing but trouble.”

“Right,” I mutter as I move my hand until the Coke begins to swirl in the glass. Still, my eyes can’t stop trying to catch a glimpse of this same bad boy. Like a cigarette—a dirty, filthy addiction that I can’t say no to. Occasionally, anyway.

Chapter 6

Monica

When I drop onto my bed, I breathe a sigh of joy. It was such a long night with Mel, and I enjoyed every second of it. Dancing, drinking, partying … staring at a forbidden boy.

I roll around on the bed and bury my head in my pillow, forcing myself to forget, but no matter how hard I try, his face keeps drifting to the forefront of my mind, along with vivid imagery of every single kiss he gave to that girl … and how I wished I was her instead.

Fuck.

I’m really done for, aren’t I?

Nothing sadder than a girl with a hopeless crush.

Especially when that girl should not be anywhere near boys right now, let alone falling for them.

Shaking my head, I open my drawer and take out my vibrator. Better take care of this craving right now before I do something I’ll regret tomorrow at school when I’ll most likely see that handsome face again.

But even as I bring myself satisfaction, I can’t stop thinking about those sinful green eyes and that sexy glance he shot my way as he kissed someone else. Something about that turns me on like nothing else, and I moan out loud and whisper his name while I come.

I lie down on the bed with my hands to my side and stare at the ceiling, wondering if I’ll ever stop crushing on the wrong guys.

Probably not.

I get up and clean the toy before burying it deep in my drawer again. I brush my teeth and throw on some pajamas before hopping back into bed. But even as I drift off into sleep, I dream about Cole and all the dirty, filthy things he’ll whisper in my ear if I ever let him get near.

Back at school, I try to blend in as well as I can while still trying to find the way to all my classes. It takes some time to get used to the layout as well as the amount of time I have to find the next class. But I have Mel to help me out when needed now. We don’t share all our classes, but I can text her anytime and ask for directions. She even offered to help me catch up on homework and topics, which is really nice of her.

The bell rings, so I hastily search for my math books in my messy locker. Right then, two girls position themselves right beside me, one of them opening up her own locker.

“Were you at that party last night where TRIGGER was playing?”

“Fuck yes, of course I was there,” the other girl replies, rummaging in her locker. “Cole was soooo good. I can’t believe he goes to our school. We’re so lucky.”

I try to pretend I don’t exist while still listening to the conversation.

“Did you hear? That girl he was kissing there was invited to the back,” the girl says. “Apparently, she gave him …”

I peek from the side of my locker door and watch the girl make a back and forth motion with her hand in an O-shape and her tongue pushing against her cheek. And it makes my eyes widen.

“Noooo, really?” the other girl slams her locker shut, and I quickly hide behind mine again. “Shut up.”

“Yes, really,” the girl says, “I saw them go backstage myself.”

“You have to tell me more,” the other one says, and the two lock arms and march off.

I nudge my locker door aside and let it shut slowly as I stare at the girls walking through the hallway. I’m completely dumbfounded by what I just overheard. I mean, I saw him kiss that girl, but I didn’t think he was gonna invite her to the back … Let alone that she’d suck his dick.