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Unknown: Meet me by my car n the morning

Me: Why?

Unknown: It’s that or I pick u up from ur house

I couldn’t get my fingers to reply to him fast enough.

Me: I’ll meet u by ur car

Unknown: That’s what I thought

Chapter 11

Chasin~

Just when I thought that she couldn’t piss me off any more than she’d manage to do throughout our lifetimes together, Jett had been able to prove me wrong yet again. Like a fucking asshole, I had waited by my car for her until the last warning bell had rung, and while I’d never get in trouble for being late to class, I had spent all of first period thinking up ways to make her pay.

I hadn’t been lying when I’d said that I was done being her back-alley fuck. With graduation closing in on us, I didn’t have time to waste. I needed Jett to be addicted to me by the time that we got our diplomas, or else she’d never follow me to college. I still didn’t know what to make of her not continuing her education, but I’d worry about that another time. Right now, I needed to show her that I wasn’t fucking around with her anymore. Right now, I needed her to know how serious I was about her, and if that meant fucking her in the middle of the food court to get my point across, then so be it; I was that fucking livid.

There was also the shitstorm that I had walked into this morning as soon as my car had pulled into my parking spot. The second that I’d gotten out, David and West had started peppering me with questions about kidnapping Jett. Though I’d made it clear that it wasn’t anyone’s business what I was doing with Jett, that hadn’t stopped them from still asking me what was going on. A part of me had wanted to confess everything, but something kept holding me back. Maybe it was because I wanted Jett to like me at least just a little, and spilling our secrets when she wasn’t ready would just make things worse. However, I wasn’t going to keep quiet for much longer; especially after she stood me up this morning. I was doing my damnedest to play nice with her, but she just kept making it impossible with every defiant bone in her petite body.

Storming into second period, I saw Jett already sitting at her usual seat, and with Tony Summerset not being a fucking idiot, the seat behind her was empty. As soon as I sat down, I reached out, grabbed the back of her chair, then dragged her desk backwards. The entire thing screeched like a banshee, but I was far from giving a fuck.

“Mr. Carver, is there a problem?” Mrs. Dion asked.

“Not anymore, Mrs. Dion,” I bit out, Jett refusing to look back at me.

For forty minutes, I let the teacher do her thing, ignored how everyone in class was looking between me and Jett, and I even let Jett get through class without further interruptions. Honestly, I did it because I didn’t trust myself at the moment. Jett was incapable of having a normal conversation with me, and one more careless word out of her mouth, and I was liable to drive us both into a tree. She drove me fucking nuts, and even knowing that, I couldn’t stay away from her.

As soon as the bell for first break rang, I was out of my seat, ready to drag Jett through the school and to my car. We needed to hash our shit out once and for all, and a fight that big needed privacy, so where better than my place? However, I wasn’t so pissed that I didn’t notice how she had struggled to stand up.

What the fuck?

After a second or two, my mind automatically remembered those two hours by the bridge, and then I immediately felt bad. Though I didn’t regret a single moment of it, I hadn’t realized that I’d been that rough with her. It was one thing to leave her cunt sore and flooded with my cum, it was quite another to have actually hurt her.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I stepped in front of her, blocking her escape.

“Nothing,” she lied.

“Do not fuck with me right now, Jett,” I warned her. “I mean it.”

Her hazel eyes glared up at me. “Quit threatening me, Chasin,” she snapped. “I’m not in the mood for your shit.”

“Because you think that I’m in the mood for yours?” I shot back.

“Mr. Carver, Ms. Morgan, is there a problem?”

“I don’t know, Mrs. Dion,” I drawled out, my eyes still on my girl. “You’ll have to ask Jett.”

I watched her take in a deep breath, and when her eyes flashed with pain, I felt unease dance down my spine. As I studied her face, she looked a little pale, and if I was the reason behind her struggles, then it was my responsibility to make her feel better. So, I reached out, grabbed her purse and laptop, then laced the fingers of my free hand in hers.

“What are you doing?” she whispered.

“Let’s go,” I ordered, not giving her time to argue.

Jett did her best to keep up with me, but I could tell that each step was bothering her considerably. As we rounded the corner, I saw the boys’ restroom come into view, so I walked in there, dragging a protesting Jett with me.

“What in the hell are you doing?”

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