I didn’t understand why he was doing this now and why he’d never reached out to me before. Our only real interaction was hooking up a year ago. We hadn’t spoken a word to one another since, up until that damn party. What had Dax called it? A lure?
When the bell chimed to signal that we could go, people scattered like honorable roaches, eager to leave but too afraid of Miss Hardass to make it obvious. I slipped my half-assed notes into my satchel, slow to stand, realizing Judas had my freaking schedule. He was the worst chaperone ever; he hadn’t even shown me around.
Screw it. I’d figure it out.
Exiting the class, I paused in the doorway when I spotted the devil himself waiting for me across the hall.
While some people milled about, rushing off to their next class, the majority surrounded him like a desperate fan club.
A pretty redhead was speaking to him and seemed to be the only person around that could hold his attention. And he was looking at her…kindly?
Huh. Maybe hell had frozen over.
Brenda 2 said my name, but I ignored her. Never one to waste an opportunity, I darted past the small gathering and began walking back in the direction we’d come from. Thinking of Dax had me subconsciously looking for him in the throes of students passing me by.
As big as this damn school was, it wasn’t likely I’d find him, but I looked anyway. I wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe it was the tiny part of me that felt like I owed him something combined with the guilt I felt for having been with his cousin.
Not that I knew then what I knew now, still I wasn’t a homie-hopper.
I would never knowingly go from one friend or family member to another. I was a slut that would’ve gone back to the first one. There had to be an unwritten girl code against this stuff somewhere. Thou shall not have sexual relations with boyfriends’ kin or friends.
“Hey, Riri! Wait up!”
I glanced over my shoulder to see Brenda making a beeline for me. I cast my eyes to the ceiling and prayed to fucking god to get me out of this. I wasn’t too sure he appreciated being sworn at, though. Guess that left me on my own. Impatiently, I waited for this adorably short chick to reach me.
“Girl, you do not have to ignore me. I just wanna say hi,” she huffed. “I’m Brianna, or Bri.”
“Rhiannon. Always Rhiannon,” I enunciated slowly.
She grinned, showing an impeccable grill that I was instantly envious of. My dental work wasn’t bad, but I had the tiniest gap between my front two teeth.
“Okay, always Rhiannon. I’m also a Rook.”
I raised a brow. “Am I supposed to be impressed by that?”
“I wanted to get that out of the way early. But to answer your question, nope. I’m glad you’re not. Not to sound like an ungrateful bitch, but it’s annoying being fawned over because of my last name.”
What was I supposed to do with this information? I glanced down the halls, purposely avoiding all the curious gazes.
“I’m only telling you this because you’re with us now. I wanted to introduce myself personally,” she explained.
“I’m so tired of hearing that. I’m not with anyone,” I refuted, speed walking away.
“If that lie makes you sleep easier,” she called after me with a laugh.
I was halfway back down the stairs when a hand clamped around my upper arm—not hard enough to bruise, but hard enough to make sure I stopped moving. I smelled his cologne before I turned my head to glare at him.
“Get off,” I stated as calmly and firmly as I could.
“You don’t know where you’re going. It’s not safe to wander the halls or property like that. Let me show you around.”
“Wandering them with you somehow changes that?” I scoffed. “Just give me what I need, and I’ll go.”
His eyes dropped to my lips. “I can give you more than you need, principessa. But you won’t be going anywhere. You’ll be coming blindingly hard all over my cock, fingers, and tongue.”
A soft gasp slipped from my mouth and resounded between us.
“You need to stop.”
“I’d rather keep going.”
I shook my head. “You’re a horny bastard, aren’t you?”
“No. I’m just a guy ready to rip apart the girl in front of him and fill every fuckable hole she has as she bleeds.”
My upper lip curled even as the space between my legs pulsed and my chest tightened. “You’re sick.”
He let go of my arm and moved further down the stairs so that he was on the one beneath mine. His hand came up and cupped the side of my face. “If I’m sick, so are you.”
“Leave me alone.” I jerked away from him, my tone defensive.
“Can’t do that.” He moved with me.
“Judas,” I said his name sweetly. “If you don’t stop, you might find yourself without those balls you seem so fond of.”