Page 3 of The Quarterback Sneak

Honey Sanderson.

I mentioned earlier that all the rich girls like toying with the poor scholarship boy, but that’s not the case with Honey Sanderson.

She may be bitchy, wealthy, and entitled, but she’s a different breed of rich girl. She’s everything I hate rolled into one, and it always makes me laugh when people call her Honey since she’sanything but sweet. We share every class, but she hasn’t once acknowledged my existence or glanced in my direction since I stepped foot in this place.

Hotter than she’ll ever know, richer than several European countries combined, she’s untouchable. Unless you’re Jamie Nicks, of course. That arrogant asshole seems to make good use of all his free timenotplaying on the second-string football team by fucking any hole he can find at South Point Prep.

“What the hell crawled out of her ass today?” I ask, watching her very short skirt sway as she walks, offering the tiniest peek of said ass as she shoves the front doors open.

Mike scoffs, clasping his hand over my shoulder. “Guessing you didn’t hear what happened to the Princess of South Point Prep last weekend?”

“Like I have time to keep up with her.” Or that I give a crap about what happens in the lives of rich people. I get enough of that when Tiff watchesBaseball Wiveson the weekend. I can’t stand the show, but it makes her happy, and I’d do anything to see her smile, given we don’t get it often.

Mike tilts his head in Jamie’s direction and raises an eyebrow. Jamie leans against the blue metal lockers while watching Honey’s retreating form with a small smile sprawled across his face. He has that stereotypical rich boy look about him. With perfectly quaffed butterscotch hair and a jaw that verges on the side of horsey, it’s obvious girls are only into his money, because God didn’t bless him with looks.

“Honey and Jamie broke up in the most spectacular fashion on Saturday.”

“I didn’t even know they were dating,” I say as McKenna wraps her arms around Jamie’s bicep and nips at his neck as though he’s some prize. Jamie pulls his gaze from the door and bares his big ass horse teeth in her direction, making me want to upchuck my lunch. Thankfully, I skipped it today.

Mike groans. “Dating is probably the wrong term. They were essentially engaged.”

My eyes widen. “Jamie Nicks? Engaged? When did that happen? His locker room talk means I literally know the anatomy of every girl in this school.” I don’t know what it is about rich guys, but most can’t keep a conquest to themselves and have to bore the rest of us with their overexaggerated claims.

“You really don’t pay attention, do you? Yeah,inthe locker room. Outside of it, it’s been Jamie and Honey since the fourth grade. Their fathers own the law firm Sanderson and Nicks and always planned to keep the business within the family, meaning they’ve been betrothed since Honey’s first breath.” Engaged? Betrothed? Sounds like the usual rich people bullshit. “Except Jamie went off script last week and slept with McKenna at a party. That would have been fine, as it’s no different from his usual MO, but unfortunately for him, someone was recording a TikTok dance, and he was in the background making out with McKenna. Honey was obviously sent it.”

A slow smirk forms on my lips. “Wish I could have seen her face when she saw it.” I don’t normally take kindly to other people’s suffering, but she seems like the kind of girl who deserves a little payback.

Mike follows as I walk out of the school in my unlabeled loafers, past the Porsches, Mercs, and Jags. “Do you want a ride to the bus stop?”

Just as I’m about to say no, Olivia wraps her arm around Mike’s hip and drops a small kiss on his cheek. “Hey, guys.” Her high blonde ponytail swishes in the wind as she beams with pride at her boyfriend. “Sorry, but I can’t come over tonight.” She pouts out her bottom lip, staring at Mike with wide eyes.

Mike kisses her on the cheek, pulling her in for a hug. “I figured as much. Honey needs your attention.” Then, out ofnowhere, Olivia guides Mike’s lips to hers, and she kisses him passionately.

Grimacing, I focus on my shoes until the sucking noises subside. Olivia sighs into his chest before wearily looking over her shoulder at the bright-pink Lamborghini housing Honey herself. That thing looks like a giant vibrator and is the definition of having more money than sense. Why the hell would anyone think that color is appropriate for a car? Unfortunately for her, Honey’s wide sunglasses do little to hide the red of her cheeks and nose because they clash so obnoxiously with her car.

She’s not actually upset about Jamie, is she?

Nah. I bet she’s just upset that her reputation is in tatters, because I’m ninety-nine-point-nine percent sure her heart is made of stone. Nothing could break that girl.

“Good luck with that.” I laugh. Honestly, to this day, I still don’t know why Olivia is friends with Honey. The girl is so vapid; vanilla ice cream has more flavor.

Olivia whacks me in the chest and narrows her eyes. “Shut up, Z. You don’t know Honey like I do. She’s got some serious things going on in her life, and she didn’t need to be embarrassed in front of the entire school like that.”

I can’t hold back my laugh. “I’m sure picking between her Chanel and Moschino handbag each morning must be really difficult.”

Olivia shakes her head and rolls her eyes. “Whatever.” She turns her attention back to Mike. “Anyway, I’m probably going to sleep at her place so her mom can’t ask her any questions, which means I won’t be able to call you tonight either.”

Mike’s eyes glisten with so much adoration I have to hold back my eye roll. He squeezes her waist, drawing her closer for a small peck on the lips. “No problem. Make it up to me tomorrow at the bonfire,” he whispers.

Checking my watch, I decide I’ve done enough pandering to rich folk for the day. “On that note, I’m out. Enjoy cooing over Cruella Deville,” I say with a salute and make my way to the sidewalk.

“What about the ride?” Mike calls behind me.

“I’m good,” I throw over my shoulder, not looking back. If I’m lucky, I’ll get to the bus stop in the next twenty minutes and be home before dinner.

I reach into my pocket and pull out my phone to search for the familiar number in my contacts.

Me:Home soon. I can take Ella for a walk if you want a nap or need to do some schoolwork.

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