Page 7 of Sweet Temptation
Bailey eyes Lexi, her stare going from confused to daggers. "Got a problem? Tell your boy-toy to do his work and to keep his bloody tongue in his mouth," I growl under my breath. Lexi practically hisses as she stomps to her seat in the middle row.
I like the new me and so do a lot of the eyes that have landed on me. Lexi Harrison, on the other hand… We won't talk about that, because I can take whatever I want from her with this outfit and the way it looks on me. She might wanna stop bitching at me because I could easily ruin her school year, too.
FOUR
I get up from my seat and make my way to the exit of the classroom. I dread this class every morning because I can't keep my eyes off Hanna. I can't keep my eyes off her. She's stunning. A wet dream, if I do say so myself, and I want a fucking taste. A motherfucking three-sixty compared to the outfit from days ago. Damn, this girl is hot as fucking hell. A Megan Fox of my reality. I don't want to look her way; I just can't help it. She's stunning, especially the way she came to school dressed this morning.
I can already feel myself growing hard against my zipper, so I shove the thought away and make my way to the sitting area outside in search of my friends.
"Damon!" Sam calls from our designated tables. His blonde fuck buddy, Paris, is perched on his lap like a lapdog. God, I never liked that girl; she's all about gossip. I catch a brunette's eye, and as I look away, I can still feel her eyes on me.
"What?" I bark. The brown-haired girl quickly averts her eyes and continues toward a group of girls, avoiding me completely.
"Who's the new girl?" Paris asks with a chip in her tone. My eyes darken as the blonde spunky bitch speaks about Hanna, even though I shouldn't fucking care. She wouldn't do well in my world—none of them would.
"None of your goddamn business," I growl, plopping down next to Ace.
Damien eyes me before watching a dark-haired girl in tight ass leggings saunter across the room toward Bailey and Hanna. My eyes follow Damien's, and I smirk at him. Damien glares at me and turns his head, eying the bottle of Coca Cola in front of him. He's been off lately, and I'm not sure what's going on with him, especially with the fact that he dumped his latest conquest, Valeria.
"Don't look at me like that and expect a damn reply," he growls.
Ace grins and nudges me. "She's hot," Sam pipes up randomly as he eyes the girl Damien's tracking, causing the blonde bitchy girl to scoff, climb off his lap, and walk toward Sabrina. I smile proudly at Sam.
Damien's eyes snap to Sam, and he narrows them slightly. "Yeah, and she isn't yours. So fuck off." My eyebrow raises as I watch my brother. He shouldn't care, right? He doesn't do the dating thing.
Instead of asking what I want, I turn to Sam and tilt my head. "She's fucking annoying. Get rid of her." I roll my eyes. Sam just smiles at me before taking a bite of his gravy and fries. I never understood what he sees in Paris fucking Scott. She annoys me by existing.
My brother watches me with a pointed stare before his eyes land on Hanna. "What's up with you and the new chick?" I keep my mouth shut because I don't have any weaknesses. She is not a weakness, and she never will be.
"I thought nobody's good enough for Damon Saint, unless her name is Emily," Sam replies, eying me. He has no fucking idea what happened to her. Fucker needs to learn to keep his fucking mouth shut.
I grip the edge of the table and grind my teeth. "I thought I told you not to mention her fucking name," I growl, grabbing Sam by his collar. It's not that I can't handle it; it's the fact that her entire death is a lie. A lie only Damien and I know.
Damien jumps to his feet, eyes wide, knowing what my ex-girlfriend's name does to me. Sam stares at me with widened eyes. I ignore him, slamming my fist into Sam's jaw. I sit back in my seat. A sea of stares are directed my way as I continue to eat my lunch.
I glance at Hanna again, only to be caught in her glare. She's still hot, though. Hot, but I can't manage to ruin her life. Not another girl who doesn't deserve it.
"She doesn't want you, bro." I glance at Ace with a smug smile.
"Maybe not now…" a smirk tugs at my lips just enough to be noticed, "but she will."
Damien glances at me with a question in his eye, but as usual, I ignore him. By the time my brain comes back to where I am, Sam is up off the floor and back on the bench, rubbing his jaw gently and keeping his mouth closed.
"What time is practice tonight?" I ask Ace, eying him.
"About eight," he replies, taking a bite of salad.
I nod, grabbing Damien's bottle of Coke and taking a swig from it. I'm fully aware I will be missing practice.
"I have fucking Business 102 next," Ace grumbles, finishing up his salad.
I don't have anything until about four, so it sucks to suck, granted I keep the comment to myself. Ignoring him, I watch Hanna smile from ear to ear across the room as she chats with Bailey and a tiny, black-haired girl who could pass as Maggie Lindemann.
"Damon," a voice pipes up.
I drag my eyes from Hanna, and they land on Lexi, my eyes going dark. "Find a new boy-toy, I'm not interested. I never fucking have been."
Lexi snarls and glares right through me. "That's because nobody in this college is Emily fucking Freeman."
