Jesse reaches his locker and looks back at me for a brief second. His eyes light up with happiness as he finds my eyes still on his. A blush instantly creeps over my cheeks and I curse myself. I am so not the girl who blushes over some guy, but then, Jesse Ryder is not just some guy. I mean, the things he did to my body last night. He set me on fire over and over again and I have to say, it was even better than the party sex and the morning after sex. This was just so much…more.
As Jesse focuses on his locker, I realize that there’s nothing in my hands. Wait…wasn’t I getting my things out earlier? What happened to my stuff? I could have sworn that’s what I was doing, but then Jesse came along and well, I guess I forgot.
I turn back to my locker and as I do, I catch something out of the corner of my eye. Was that Jackson? I take a second look and on closer inspection, it’s not just Jackson, it’s an extremely pissed off one and right now, his glare is shooting toward my new boyfriend.
Fuck. Can’t this big fucker just keep his nose out of my business? And what’s worse is that he seems to have brought his whole cheer squad along for the show.
I dart back into the hallway and throw myself in front of my bother at the same time that he hollers down the hallway at Jesse. “Hey.”
I shove my hand against Jackson’s chest, forcing him to come to a stop. “What do you want?” I demand, glaring up at him with everything I’ve got and silently reminding him that this is not okay.
“Tell me it’s not true,” he spits, more than just pissed off.
My attitude comes out in full force as I cross my arms over my chest and raise an annoyed brow. “What’s not true?” I question, terrified that he’s about to destroy the one good thing that’s happened to me since being at Broken Hill High.
“That you’re dating that…that thing,” he snarls in disgust, indicating down the hallway towards Jesse who’s currently fuming and storming over here. My silence speaks volumes and Jackson groans, as he runs his hands over his face. “Shit, Kaylah. Anyone but him.”
“Leave it alone,” I tell him. “I can date whoever the fuck I want.”
“Over my dead body,” he roars back at me. “Don’t be such a fucking idiot.”
“Hey,” Jesse demands, stepping in front of me and pushing Jackson away from me. “Leave her alone.”
“Stay the fuck out of this,” Jackson tells him, making my eyes bounce between the two men in my life.
There’s a fire burning in both Jesse’s and Jackson’s eyes and I’ve seen that look a million times from my brother. They’re just moments away from knocking each other out and I don’t doubt that it would be brutal. Jesse could probably handle Jackson screaming at him, but the second he yelled at me, it was game over.
In the blink of an eye, Tora throws herself between the two guys, pressing a hand against each of their chests and trying to force them away from each other. “Cut it out,” she yells at them before looking up at Jesse as though she’s the voice of reason. “Cool your jets. If I get another suspension for trying to break up another fight, Nate is going to have your balls. Besides, this is not a good way to impress Kaylah.”
What does this girl know about impressing me? She knows nothing about me. In fact, apart from Jesse bragging about how awesome she is all the time and how great of friends we’ll be, I don’t know a damn thing about her either.
Jackson growls, stealing my attention away from Tora. “He doesn’t need to be impressing Kaylah.”
“Mind your own business,” I snap at my brother though the comment seems to fall on deaf ears.
“You shut up,” Tora says from between the boys, looking up at Jackson. “You’re not helping.”
“I don’t give a shit,” Jackson scowls making the huge crowd around us all go ‘oooh’ as one.
I groan. What the hell is going on here? Why has this turned into such a huge thing? Who cares if Jesse and I want to date? It has nothing to do with all these dickheads.
“Yo. What the fuck is going on here?” Nate demands, appearing out of nowhere and looking between the four of us. His gaze falls on me and he narrows his eyes, probably wondering who the fuck I am, and despite him being the king of the fucking school, I couldn’t care less and I glare right back at him.
“This piece of shit,” Jackson spits, “thinks it’s okay to fuck over my sister.”
I groan, but again anything I go to say is cut off by these fuckers. “What?” Nate grunts, stepping impossibly closer to Jesse and Jackson while glaring at his brother and giving me a chance to breathe.