Page 20 of I Fing Dare You

He’s basically admitting to controlling the assholes who come after me, but I knew he was.

Some information for a day or two of peace is a small price to pay. “My dad’s his dad’s little brother.”

“Astrella?” He shakes his head. “I’ve known Lucas since we were children. You say you grew up together—”

“Mr. Alden, if you would be so kind as to take your seat,” Mr. Green demands.

I beam at Jason, glad he’s not getting his way, for once.

To my surprise, he’s entirely ignoring the teacher. “Astrella kept you away from the New York society. Why?”

My jaw tightens. I know the answer, of course. I just don’t want to give it to him. “We have class.”

Jason keeps his unwavering gaze on mine for what might be seconds or minutes before finally moving.

A chair squeaks, and from the corner of my eye, I watch a guy shift over. Of course. He made whoever’s behind me move.

Fucker.

Mr. Green starts class.

A pencil stabs between my shoulder blades again, just like on the first day of school. I ignore Jason. Without warning, he grabs my hair, and I do my best to continue to ignore him.

Jason yanks my hair harder this time, so hard and suddenly I scream in surprise.

“Ms. Reyes!” Mr. Green’s pissed; his tone is cold for once. “There is no excuse for such behavior.”

I think I hate this teacher.

I know I hate this school.

And I sure as fuck hate the guy sitting behind me.

“I’m sorry, Mr. Green,” I say between clenched teeth. I want to add that it won’t happen again, but with Jason, who knows?

Transcript. Transcript. Transcript. I’ll make it out of here. I will.

I can hardly concentrate the rest of class, and as soon as it ends, I turn to Jason, fuming. “What the hell do you want?”

“To teach you a lesson,” he says, smiling that smile that doesn’t reach his intense gray eyes. “Actions have consequences, always. Don’t ignore me again.”

I don’t think, I just act. My hand reaches out to his hair, threads through the golden strands, and I close my fist around a handful of his silky curls.

“How doyoulike it, Jace?” I sneer.

I’m not pulling as hard as he did, but I could. I’m trying to be better than him—if only a little.

I expect him to tell me to stop, to demand it. Jason Alden doesn’task. He might try to break my grip, too. I’m prepared for it, bracing myself for any form of attack.

Or so I thought, before his mouth closes in on mine. I gasp under his kiss, letting go of his hair. He takes advantage of my opening, deepening his twisted kiss. His hand moves to my neck, keeping me in place.

I can’t move. I can’t think. All I can do is feel, feel his touch and his mouth down to my tiptoes, and into my core.

Fuck.

I finally push against his chest—too late for my ego’s sake. His hold on my neck tightens, and he laughs against my lips.

Then his mouth moves to the corner of my chin, and my jaw, then my neck, and up to my ear. Each kiss is teasing, leisurely, as though I weren’t thrashing against him to try to get him off me.

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