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I walked into fourth period, ready to burn the entire school to the ground.

Chapter 14

Jett~

Walking into the food court, I knew that everyone was staring at me, but I had bigger problems at the moment. With as reckless as Chasin was, I’d always known that we’d get caught eventually, so people knowing that he had screwed me in the boys’ restroom earlier wasn’t as big a deal as Chasin seemed to think that it was. When my parents had made it clear that I couldn’t ever have friends, I had spent years programming myself not to care what people said or thought about me. I’d known that being a loner would invite speculation and cruelty, so I was okay with people talking about me.

The issue at hand was Chasin himself. As the only son of Randall and Earnest Carver, the entire city always had their eye on Chasin, and that was the issue. While I had no problem being connected to him as some chick riding his dick, his insistence that we were more posed a problem. Rumors of Chasin Carver finally having a serious girlfriend would spread like wildfire, and if my father got wind of me being that girl, I had no idea what he’d do. Considering how he had reacted to Chasin just dropping me off at home, he’d kill me if he found out that I was actually seeing him.

So, with Chasin’s sudden aversion to being my ‘back-alley fuck’, he was staking a claim that I wasn’t even sure I could stop him from making. At this point, I was just grateful that he hadn’t done that stupid thing that people did when they went ‘social media official’, whatever that crap was. I didn’t have social media for the same reason that I didn’t have friends. My parents were all about preserving their image at any cost, so keeping me isolated worked for them.

My chest tightened whenever I started thinking of my parents and my life. With me so close to freedom, recollecting on my cowardice wasn’t fun. I could have done things so differently once I’d gotten old enough for people to take me seriously, but I’d still done nothing. That was a bitter pill to swallow, and though a lot of people would sympathize with how my father had begun beating me at such a young age, I still could have changed my stars by standing up for myself. Instead, I was still biding my time like a weakling, waiting for my chance to run away and never look back.

When I got to the cafeteria window, Chasin’s cologne hit me before I could even get my food. “I already got your lunch.”

My head whipped around to face him. “What?”

He jerked his head towards one of the outside tables, two trays sitting in plain sight. “I already got your lunch,” he repeated. “Come on.”

Chasin slipped his hand in mine, and I tripped as he pulled me along. I was so stunned that I didn’t even fight him when he caught me, chuckling down at me. As I followed him to his table, I knew that I was going to have to put a stop to this. I needed to slow him down, only I didn’t know how to do that without telling him the truth about my parents. With everyone’s eyes and phones on us, I wasn’t going to be able to hide this for much longer. Seeing as how Chasin Carver had never had a girlfriend before, holding my hand was a big deal right now.

After Chasin made sure that I was sitting down comfortably, he went to go sit opposite of me on the bench, and when I looked down at the tray, he’d gotten all my favorites.

How in the hell did he know what my favorites were?

I looked back up at him. “How…how did you know what I like?”

His cobalt-colored eyes flared with a possessiveness that should scare me. “I’ve been obsessing over you since kindergarten, Jett,” he confessed. “There’s not much that I don’t know about you.”

“Chasin, you’re moving too fast,” I said, desperate to get a grip on this thing between us.

He leaned forward a bit. “Did you not just fucking hear me? Since kindergarten, Jett,” he reiterated. “As far as I’m concerned, we’re not moving fast enough.”

“To what end?” I finally asked. “What’s the point of all this? In three months, you’re going off to…I don’t know, whatever college you got accepted to. So, why? Because people heard us having sex in the boys’ restroom?” I shook my head. “They’ll get over it, Chasin. Plus, I’m sure it’s not the first time that they’ve heard you screwing some chick at school.”

His left eye started to twitch, then to my absolute horror, the psychopath stood up on top of the bench seat. I could feel my face turning red with the mortification at what I knew was coming. Chasin Carver didn’t give a damn about much, and I needed to remember that when I challenged him. He had a freedom that the rest of us didn’t have, and pushing his buttons in private was vastly different than pushing them in public.

“Quick question,” he announced loud enough for everyone in the food court to hear.

“Chasin, stop it,” I hissed.

“Have I ever fucked a girl on school grounds before?” he asked. “Feel free to speak up or step forward if you’re one of those lucky girls.”

I dropped my face in my hands, wanting to kill him. Not only was he confirming what we’d just done, but he was dismissing every girl that he’d ever slept with before me, whether he realized it or not. He was announcing that I was special where they weren’t, and that was a dick move for any guy. Even if a girl agreed to be nothing more than a one-night stand, it wasn’t cool to remind her of it.

“No?” he asked tauntingly. “No one? Not one girl?” When he was met with silence, he added, “C’mon, surely there’s at least one girl that I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of.”

When I looked up, Chasin was staring down at me, and I wanted to jump up and smack that smirk off his face. “Stop it,” I repeated. “Stop it now, Chasin.”

He looked like the cat that ate the canary when he looked up to address the masses again. “Well, now that we’ve clear that up, if I ever hear of anyone talking about what I do with my girlfriend in private, then we’re going to have some problems.”

My eyes were the size of dinner platters as Chasin sat back down. “Have you lost your goddamn mind?”

His eyes looked like blue fire. “That’s mild compared to what I’ll do the next time that you throw another girl in my face,” he threatened. “I haven’t touched another chick since the night at the bridge, and I sure as hell have never fucked one at school.” He looked like he wanted to strangle me. “Whether you believe me or not, you’re the only female that I’ve ever been addicted to, and if I have to prove it again, you’re not going to like the way that I do it.”

Ignoring his crazy behavior, I said, “You still didn’t answer my question, Chasin. Why are you doing this when we graduate in three months?”

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