This new crazy world isn’t all bad. It surprised me in ways that I never expected. There’s an asshole next door, sexy as sin, and I want to fuck—
My eyes bug out of my head, my gaze snapping up to Tanner’s across the room as the class erupts into laughter, but he just stares, not even a flicker of emotion on his face.
Embarrassment floods me, and I feel my cheeks heating as I whip around to Miss Harper. “This isn’t the essay I wrote,” I rush out, only now figuring out what Tanner had been doing in my room. He told me at the track that he had been in my room again, and I searched every corner of it trying to figure out what surprise he’d left for me. I suppose I know now.
Asshole.
Miss Harper leans against the corner of her desk, her arms crossed over her chest and that stoic scowl filled with venom. “Is that your name at the bottom?”
I flip over to the last page and find my name at the bottom, right where I’d originally put it. “Yes, that’s my name, but—”
“Did you submit those papers?”
“Yes, but—”
“Then it’s your essay,” she says, cutting me off.
“I swear,” I tell her. “I wrote about the trials and hardships of entering a world that I was unfamiliar with, not some asshole who lives next door. Please, you have to believe me. I didn’t write this shit. I wouldn’t. My grade—”
Anger blooms through her stare. “Get out of my classroom, Miss Ashford,” she snaps, pushing off the edge of her desk. “I do not tolerate that type of language. If you wish to discuss your essay and your grade, then you may do so in your own time. Right now, I have a class to teach.”
Well, fuck.
Tanner Morgan is going to die.
Making my way back to my desk, I collect my things, my glare slicing across the room and landing on Tanner’s. His elbows are propped against his desk as he braces his chin in his palm, using his fingers to cover his stupid smirk. Rage boils through me, and I know without a doubt that his bitch ass is going to get the full wrath of Brielle Ashford, but it’s going to have to wait until I can get him alone.
Fuck, I don’t know if I want to rage at him or have a deep conversation about what I’ve learned of Colby.
“Dead to me,” I tell him, my voice low and full of venom, letting him know just how serious I am about this.
His fingers roam over the soft stubble lining his sharp jaw, and his eyes sparkle with the challenge. “Do your worst, Killjoy,” he spits, ready to tear me to shreds, “but remember, I bite back.”
Chapter 23
TANNER
Hudson loops the heavy chain around the tow ball of Logan’s new Dodge RAM as the fucker hangs out the driver’s window, his hand belting down on the side of his truck and a stupid fucking grin across his face. “Ain’t no way you can beat me,” he yells to Jax as Hudson grabs the opposite end of the chain and loops it around the tow ball of Jax’s new Chevrolet Silverado. “You’re a little bitch. You can’t handle that.”
“That’s some big talk for such a little guy.”
I roll my eyes. Neither of them are little. Not even close. “We’re twins, dickhead,” Logan fires back, the smirk on his lips worrying me. “If I’m little, then you’re little.”
“Have you not seen these gains?” Jax roars, his voice traveling right down the street. “I’m a fucking beast.”
“This isn’t going to end well,” Riley murmurs at my side, his gaze settled on Hudson as he checks the chain firmly secured between the two tow balls, and that nobody is going to end up in the hospital, again. The twins tried a stunt like this before, only last time it was with Logan’s Camaro and Addison’s brand-new, cherry red Maserati convertible. The only issue was that neither of the cars had a tow ball and the boys had to be creative. It’s a shame they’re both fucking idiots and their version of being creative meant that everyone around them was suddenly in the fire zone. Which is exactly what happened when the whole bumper of Addie’s Maserati flew off and took Riley out. He spent three nights in the hospital and his mom busted our asses.
Fuck, Addie was pissed when she found out what we’d done. She had to drive my Mustang around until hers got out of the shop, and she wasn’t impressed.
Jax and Logan turn eighteen in a few weeks, and with their father out of town again, he couldn’t resist earning their affection with another bullshit gift that means absolutely nothing to them. But hell, they’ll have fun with the trucks until they inevitably destroy them. Looking at them now, that won’t take long.