Page 4 of Perfect Boy

I stare at him for a second before I burst out laughing. “I’ll admit, that was good. Much better than the nervous boy act you did prior to it.” I grab my textbook from my bag and set it next to my laptop. “Save yourself the trouble of acting, sweetie, and walk away. You’re sniffing around the wrong tree to piss on.” I wave him off. “Go on. As you were.”

His head rears back, and a scowl covers his entire face. “Wait, what?”

I exhale. “Look, you seem very nice. But if you’ll excuse me, the professor just walked in, and I’d rather take boring-ass notes from him than be your next attempted hookup or keeper of the hole you’re looking to shove your penis in.” Tilting my head to the side, I wave my hand. “Shoo, fly. Go pester someone else.”

I turn my attention to the front of the room, and eventually, he stalks off. I sigh in relief because remaining cool when a guy like that is looking at you? Not. Easy. He had a dimple. A freaking dimple. And his eyes. Annoyingly gorgeous. But I cranked my bitch-o-meter up, and I think it scared him away. I hope it did. I can’t risk falling victim to his charm.

Sutton slides her chair a little closer, and it squeaks against the floor. I sigh in relief when the professor doesn’t seem to notice.

“Well, that was uncomfortable,” she whispers. “Also, maybe I wanted him to introduce himself to me. Did you ever think about that before you scared him off? Huh?” She pokes her finger into my arm. “Did ya? Did ya?”

“He was looking to bone,” I mutter the truth. “And I’m not interested in that.”

“So? Maybe I was. Maybe I like a bone from time to time,” she utters back. “Especially with guys who look like Watson freaking Gentry. Which, by the way, I know you knew who he was, bitch.”

“Never heard of him,” I reply innocently before glancing over at her and grinning. “Give him another week. I’m sure he’ll circle back to our row, and you’ll be his next prey.” I pat her hand. “Personally, I think he looks like he would be extremely boring in bed.” I’m lying. Though I’m not sure if it’s for my own benefit or to make her believe that men like him have no effect on me.

“He’s quiet. And polite. Those are the ones you have to look out for.” She presses her lips together, glancing back at him. “I, for one, think he’d be wild in bed. I’m telling you, something about him tells me so.”

“I don’t know about all that.” I laugh lightly. “But whatever you say, girlfriend.”

I’m thankful as hell when the professor begins his lecture so Sutton is forced to stop talking.

Guys like Watson Gentry are only looking for one thing. And while the old me would have gladly taken him up on the offer, not anymore.

Even if he does look like one hell of a good time.

Last year, at this time, I was dating a Brooks football player, Denton Wells. And while everything had started off fine and he seemed like a good guy, it turned out, he was nothing but a boy with all kinds of issues. And not only did he end up being a controlling monster, but he also cheated on me for the entire six months of our relationship.

I’m not a dumb girl. At least, I never thought I was until I found myself in a situation like that. And when I found out, I obviously broke it off with him, which only led to him going ballistic. For weeks, he stalked me. Thank God he’s now too busy with his new girl to bother me anymore. I’ve even seen him come into Peaches while I was there dancing a few times. Luckily, the mask kept me incognito, and he’d clearly never paid enough attention to my body to notice my tattoos. He might have moved on, but I have no doubt he’d still try to grab my wrist and pull me out of there if he found out.

A shiver runs down my spine as I think about that.

I ran from Canada after watching my mom get treated like shit by countless men. And then I ran right into the arms of a man much like the monsters I left behind.

Maybe I am a dumb girl after all.

But not now. After Denton and I broke up, sure, I had a little too much fun and tried to fill the void inside of me with whoever offered. But I learned the hard way that wasn’t going to work.

So, sorry, Watson Gentry. Keep your dick inside your jeans and move along.

Watson

I can’t remember the last time I actually went out of my way to hit on a girl before she came on to me first. It might make me sound like a pretentious prick, but I haven’t had to. Since I became the Wolves goalie, the women just come to me. Rather aggressively too. Sometimes, it’s great. Other times, I’m that guy who’s too nice to tell people to leave me alone even when I want to be by myself.

But ever since this class started, Ryann Denver hasn’t so much as looked my way. Not once. It was time for me to properly introduce myself. Especially since I haven’t been able to stop checking her out since I first saw her.

I talked myself into doing it—to finally go over to her—and then she didn’t even know who the fuck I was. Everyone knows who I am around here. And by the look on her face, she couldn’t have been more unenthused by me.

What a strange morning.

For weeks, I’ve noticed her. Her strawberry-blonde hair is always pulled off of her face. She sits with another girl; they giggle with each other and then leave together at the end of each class. The other girl is gorgeous too. But there’s something about Ryann; it makes me stop and take a second, third, or tenth look. And I found out today…she’s spicy.

I’ve always liked things packed with a little heat.

Go figure though; the one girl I could potentially be interested in can’t stand me. And if there’s one thing I hate, it’s failing at anything and looking like a loser. So, I’m going to go about my life like I didn’t just get rejected by a five-foot-nothing chick with an angel face, porn-star lips, and insanely hot body.

Ryann who?

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