Page 8 of All of My Life

My hand reached up to wrap around the side of her neck. “Be careful, Jett,” I warned her smoothly. “Sounds like you might be jealous.”

“If you were the only dick in town, I might be,” she flung back. “But seeing as how you’re not…”

I squeezed her neck, my nose nearly touching hers. “I’m only going to remind you of this one more time, Jett. From the second that you wrapped those legs around my waist at the bridge, you’ve been mine.” Her stubborn jaw ticked with anger. “I made that pretty clear after I came inside you that first time. If I find out that you let another guy touch you, I will break every bone in his body, and then I’ll come after you.”

“Hypocrite much?” she sneered, her voice sounding louder than it should be now that the entire food court was silent.

I wanted nothing more than to fight it out with her right here, but if I did, then I’d lose her completely. There was no way that we could engage in this battle without exposing our little secret, and I wasn’t about to do that to her. In fact, I hadn’t planned on approaching her at all, but Sierra’s little meltdown had pissed me off, pushing me in Jett’s direction.

Making sure that no one could hear me, I leaned in as close as possible to her ear. “The only girl that I’m fucking is you,” I told her. “You’re the only girl that I’ve been fucking since I found you at the bridge that night. Your pussy’s mine until I’m done with it, and my dick is yours until I’m done with you, and I’m nowhere near close to being done with you, baby.”

“Go to hell, Chasin,” she spat before jerking out of my hold.

I grinned as I watched her go, and I didn’t care that everyone had been watching us. Things were only going to get worse for her from now on, so she might as well get used to it. I had made my decision, and nothing was going to change my mind about her. I was going to love only once, and this was it. Jett Morgan was it for me, and she was shit out of luck if she had other plans for her life.

“Dude, what in the fuck was that?”

I turned at David’s voice. “Nothing,” I lied. “Just making myself clear about a couple of things.”

“Yeah, well, Sierra’s pissed.”

“Christ, how many different ways do I have to say it?” I said loud enough for the people around us to hear. “I couldn’t give a fuck about Sierra Frechere. I stopped fucking that girl two years ago when she became too fucking clingy. Why do you think I don’t care that she’s riding West’s dick?”

“That’s true?” he asked, slightly astonished. “I thought you were just being a dick to her.”

“She’s been fucking West and Chuck Meyers for a few months already,” I informed him. “I just let her hang on me because it keeps all the other girls away. In fact, I’m pretty sure that she’s fucking Holt Rowland, too.”

“Jesus,” he muttered.

“Look, Sierra can fuck the entire U.S. Navy for all I care,” I told him, not caring how cruel I sounded. “She was never my girlfriend, and I’m getting tired of everyone catering to her tantrums and mood swings.”

David threw his hands up in mock surrender. “No, yeah,” he said. “No problem.”

Shaking my head, I left David standing in the food court, then went to find Jett. She was probably ready to murder me, and I loved the contradiction in her personality. Looking at her, she seemed meek and malleable. However, she was anything but meek or malleable when she was letting me fuck the hell out of her or when we were fighting. Jett Morgan was a pleasant surprise every time that I approached her, and I was always excited by which Jett I was going to get whenever I did.

I also loved every single version of the girl.

Chapter 6

Jett~

I hid from Chasin the best that I could for the rest of the school day, and I hated myself for it. Though we had PE together during seventh period, the girls and guys didn’t mingle during that class. So, thanks to that little rule, I had managed to avoid him, though that hadn’t stopped him from eyeing me all throughout our games.

Nevertheless, that hadn’t stopped everyone from staring at me like they didn’t know what to make of me. Chasin’s little stunt had put a bullseye on my back, and I was still trying to figure out why he’d done it. I also hated how I’d sounded jealous when we’d been fighting, though I could honestly say that I wasn’t. If anything, I was the other woman, and Sierra should be jealous of me; not that I was a threat. This thing between me and Chasin should have begun and ended the night at the bridge, not an entire year later. What we’d been doing hadn’t been fueled by attraction or emotions; Chasin and I had been hate-fucking, and that’d been it.

Doing my best to erase Chasin Carver from my mind, I grabbed my backpack and purse, then headed outside. I had my after-school routine timed to perfection, and I didn’t need thoughts of Chasin distracting me from the small things that kept me sane. One little hiccup was all it took to ruin the rest of my day, and I’d already had enough drama to last me the rest of the week.

Heading towards the sidewalk that led into town, my feet stopped when I saw Chasin leaning up against his car, his blue eyes glaring my way. My hands felt a little clammy as I noticed Chasin’s fingers clawing the inside of his hands. It was a nervous/angry habit of his, something that I had noticed when we’d been in the second grade. It was usually a sign of something ugly to come.

He also wasn’t surrounded by all his friends. Normally, they all congregated in the parking lot, making whatever plans that popular kids made for after school. By that time, I was usually already off campus, making my way into town.

Leaning up from the hood of his car, Chasin walked over to me, and all I could do was brace myself for another scene. Chasin Carver feared no one, and every teacher here knew better than to question his shitty personality.

“Get in the car,” he ordered in lieu of a greeting. “I’m driving you home.”

I shook my head. “I’m not getting in your car.”

“Yes, you are,” he argued.

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